The gamekeeper walks, shotgun in hand,
A frown on his face, he litters the land
With barrels and bags of game bird feed,
With cages and wire, and bodies that bleed.
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The bodies of animals killed by his gun
Are hung on the tree, one by one.
With hardness of heart, and misery of soul,
The gamekeeper’s is a grotesque role.
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Day after day, and year after year
He does his job with no guilt and no fear.
What he doesn’t know is that someone is watching
And when the storm comes … his clock will stop ticking.
****
Land Rover won’t start, the engine’s kaput,
The storm closes in as he trudges on foot.
He strides for the castle, to find some shelter,
He’s whipped by debris as the wind rises higher.
****
It’s darker now as the rain lashes down.
The ravens watch the sinister clown.
He’s soaked and he’s angry, he yells at the sky,
And the lightening yells back “And now you must die!”
18 responses to “The Ravens Watch”
This is perfect 🙂 I love how sinister this is, very dark and exciting.
Thank you so much 😀
Wow, who knew vegans could be so dark?! LOVED this <3
Ha ha ha 😀 Thank you
Your poem manages to create a dark and sinister image in the mind
Thanks so much Ankur, I’m glad it has the desired effect 🙂
I had to come back and re-read this fine poem. The imagery and message is awesome.
Thanks Adam – it’s a glimpse into my darker side ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha [sinister laugh] 😉
ha ha ha ha ha! i like the sound of that ! 🙂
I love it!!! Reminds me of Edgar Ellen Poe only with comics 🙂
Thank you 🙂