Anton went way over the 16 line limit as stated in our rules. However,
he claims to be from Montreal, so we thought it might be some sort
of metric-conversion thing. Plus he included a pretty cool drawing
of a Raven with the work. (Anton also did some pretty interesting
gothic fonts that we were unable to preserve for the web, sorry Anton.)
shadow, 'top the door
Raven's sitting like before
Gazing sharply through the hall
With eyes fixed on short and tall.
Each and everyone that passes, Being late for morning classes
Running, walking, silent, talking; Every member of the masses
Raven sees and raven knows.
So begins the Raven's prose
On the eve
of early march, as he sat on top of larch
Gazing always into darkness, watching people passing by
Raven sensed that something quaint, not so distant, yet so faint
Drawing nearer every moment, almost catching raven's eye
Was approaching from afar, radiating light like Star
Up the heaven in the sky.
As the star
was moving nearer, Nightly vision became clearer
What he thought was but a spark, in the depth of stellar mirror
Slowly grew and formed a shape,
And as Raven in the park sitting always, perched on duty
Out of shadow, from the dark, cometh She, celestial beauty.
Like an Angel that escaped
From the heaven to the earth
And was given earthly birth.
by fantastic beauty, Raven had no courage left
Sitting quietly on duty, frightened and of love bereft.
Perching motionless on top, fearing that his heart would stop.
Realized he that She's leaving, so returned He to believing
Her return like every evening, as if guided by the Fate
Her tomorrow He'll await.