Ravens Watch Poem by Chris Embrick

Ravens portend days dark and cold
From lofty perch hold firm their grip
While bitter winds sting like a whip
Those ready to release their souls.

Watch patiently the feeble, old
Those who sojourn, come ill-equipped
Ravens portend days dark and cold
From lofty perch hold firm their grip.

With labored breath the dying scold
No warmth at noon, no water drips
No words escape half frozen lips
How stark the beauty once extolled
Ravens portend days dark and cold.