The Coming Of The Night

What sung the crow to the dying sun,
As passed day unto night;
Beheld the moon as she begun
Her usurping of the light.
At silver light the raven calls,
A silence fills the halls.
No man can stir, no beast can bear,
The coming of night fall.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This is one of my all time favorites.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ghana, GHA

Favorite Poets: William Shakespeare, Lord Byron, John Keats, Percy Shelley, Oscar Wilde, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Henry Longfellow, William Yates, Ezra Pound, Sylvia Plath

Comments

William Saint George

13 years 4 months ago

Thank you sir!

This is one of my favourite poems. I'm glad you enjoyed it too.

Candlewitch

13 years 4 months ago

Hello WSG,

a tasty little morsel, this. A treat for the mind and heart! Good title, superb structure and content! My favorite lines are:

At silver light the raven calls,
A silence fills the halls.

loved it!

always, Cat

William Saint George

13 years 4 months ago

Thanks Cat

It's all encouraging.

Eduardo Cruz

13 years 4 months ago

Will,

This is an excellent piece of written. But it seem to recall a poem or a part of an English play I read somewhere. I think that if a poem does that, takes me back to some great piece of writing, then that poem is written masterfully.

Eddie

William Saint George

13 years 4 months ago

:)

Thanks Ed. Pleasure knowing that.