Solemn, the people walked.
They wore their finest garments,
but they didn't seem to have fun—
no, they looked serious, almost downcast.
They arrived at an old, stone building,
and they entered.
There, their voices united
in sacred prayer, hands up high
and a holy melody rose:
"Our father in Heaven,
hallowed be your name"
And so they went on, singing and praying,
and, after every prayer, a single word:
"Amen"
And then, the final one—
heavier, a bit louder, seemingly relieving.
When they went out, they all stopped
and looked, horrified, at one tree's top.
They did some gesture with their hands,
and they walked home.
A loud noise rose from the tree,
an offended caw, claiming dignity:
"CAW!"
Then, the Raven flew.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
Solemn, the people walked.
They wore their finest garments,
but they didn't seem to have fun—
no, they looked serious, almost downcast.
They arrived at an old, stone building,
and they entered.
There, their voices united
in sacred prayer, hands up high
and a holy melody rose:
"Our father in Heaven,
hallowed be your name"
And so they went on, singing and praying,
and, after every prayer, a single word:
"Amen"
And then, the final one—
heavier, a bit louder, seemingly relieving.
When they went out, they all stopped
and looked, horrified, at one tree's top.
They did some gesture with their hands,
and they walked home.
A loud noise rose from the tree,
an offended caw, claiming dignity:
"CAW!"
Then, the Raven flew.
Sorry for the delay! The other poems in this series are tagged with #theravenflew, in case you want to read them.
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Copyright: Shattentraumer, 2026. Licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0/). Original: https://hellopoetry.com/poems/5288065/the-raven-flew-4
