The Ravenmocker

With fearful breaths,

I enter aghast.

The insinuating dream capturing thoughts.

My perception devising adolescence.

For the chimera would allude a damsel.

Onyx hair abating her shoulders.

As I neared, I felt the frigid chill.

The bewitching apparition

renders veridical;

Ravens.

Her fair skin shedding ebony feathers.

Atop a rope swing,

she perched.

The hollowing willow appearing

Full with leaves.

For ‘twas not leaflets,

But feathered creatures resting

forth the withering branches.

The vexing wintry enclosing my wit,

as I stare fearful of such allurement.

I perceived her as one I knew.

Seeming to apprehend my repulsion,

the chimera descended her swing.

And with a disheartening gaze,

she appointed her winged children,

unto me.

Sensing talons in my

eyes,

and feathers in my

throat,

I willingly succumbed to despair.

Arising once more,

I awake.