Darkness in the Trees - large poem

Story by Fane_Vulpesaur on SoFurry

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I wrote this poem way back in 2011, but I never really liked it. I finally buckled down and fixed it. Now that it's new and improved I've seen a big improvement in the way I describe events and environments. I still need work, but for now I'm proud. :P The big reason why I wrote this poem was to show my appreciation to a god who's represented with the raven. I was new to the belief and was inspired by them. That meaning was unfortunately never showed within the poem, but it's still personal to me. This poem was edited on 6/5/2016.

Written by me, Fane Star.


A dark figure floats through the trees,

Inciting fear and mystery.

As it lands high above my sight,

The night no longer stirs.

Suddenly, again it flew,

Barely visible.

My breath slices through the

Quiet breeze as I follow the fluid movement.

Not a rustle of leaves.

Not a sound but my breath,

Hung in the gnarled branches.

As my pads move silently over the ground

I continue to hunt the unknown.

The air takes a deep breath

Just as the quiet black cloud,

Slowly, glides down to a branch,

Just beyond my position.

I look up startled,

Through the dark,

I barely make out

The dark outline of a bird.

The moon creeped out,

Sending a silvery, beam of light,

Onto the birdy outline.

And there our eyes met.

It's two black, beady eyes,

In mine, blue and green.

A silent conversation

Seeps through the air.

Its sleek black feathers

Shimmer, like inky water

As the soft light highlights the figure.

As I look in awe,

The raven spread its wings and left,

Back up into the trees above.

Curiosity spent, I slowly disappear

Into the darkness of the trees.

Written by: Fane Star

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