Eight-line Poems

Twilight

Twilight

The old raven surveys his kingdom,
death and decay his daily dealing,
done the dream of decent dining,
departs his passion to the grave,
vanished.

Destruction now his nightly income,
his vagabond past beyond healing,
all his inky schemes are scattered,
thus far has gone the will to save,
banished.


Line count: 10 (8 + 2)
Form: Brady’s Touch - two five-line stanzas, syllables 9,9,8,8,2 – 9,9,8,8,2, rhyme scheme abecd abfcd
For Express It In Eight, 03.08.24
Prompt: None.