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Originally Posted by amonkie
YOUR CHALLENGE
Write a piece in the style of your choosing, including this line "Blood and death are waiting like a raven in the sky" somewhere in your piece.
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Let's see an improv poem ...... (cracking of knuckles, wheel chair closer..... look at clock... 8:36 and begin....)
There is a dark house upon the hill
Where they say the former owner haunts it still
People have ventured to its gates but only one ever crossed over
For the fear strikes them the second they try
They say from those gates they see a crimson sky
And a smell of death's strong pungent odor
The house lurks over the valley below
And when there is a death it seems to smile and laughter it seems to bellow
They say the owner raised raven
And that they were trained to attack
The man was more than just a miser
That a murderer, thief and rapist he gave haven
They said his autopsy showed he had a heart that was coal black
There is a story of a wanderer who ventured up to the house
And crossed through the gates silent as any mouse
His goal was to see what so many feared
His goal was to show that with crossing one wouldn't die
So he kissed his wife and children goodnight
And into the gates he disappeared
They say he told them his secret was that for the curse he'd be to sly
The story says the rains did pour
And that the sun never shown till day numbered 4
That nothing ventured outside
For noone wanted to catch the house's eye
Screams they heard at night coming from that house on the hill
That for fear half the town died
Then the sun came and a raven circling the house they saw fly
Noone knows if the story is true
But dearest reader I warn you
Don't go by the house on the hill
Don't even gaze upon it with your eye
For the townspeople know evil lies there
And death waits still
But should you venture close enough, you can hear a man cry, "Blood and death are waiting like a raven in the sky"
8:56 not bad 9:01 with edits