The Dove and The Raven

by Megan Fichter
(Pennsylvania)

As I sleep
I start to dream
Of better days
That have occurred.
The Raven sitting,
Watching, still
Not a feather
has he stirred.
Life asked Death "Why,
Do they love me and hate you?"
Death replied, "You are but a lie,
And they all fear the truth."
Death kept his eye on me,
Still not a feather stirred.
I looked at him and wondered,
Was it true what I had heard?
The raven turned slowly his head
And looked me in the eye.
He said, "I am forever true,
And life is but a lie."