Beneath great oak lays the raven.
Life no longer, body contorted.
About, strewn feathers pulled during the struggle.
This aftermath, a grim reminiscence.
Surrounding, the unkindness calls in dismay.
Sanctity disrupted.
I, mere witness, breathe a prayer.
Beyond the church bell rings seven times.
@samuelescher, I gave you a vote!
If you follow me, I will also follow you in return!