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A poem based upon a lifelong dream I have almost daily about a falling raven.

The Raven Falls
by Keaton Foster

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Slowly down
The raven falls
Its wings broken
Its bones weighted
More than lift could defy
Like a feather
Sinking in a river of stones
Its descension is both beautiful
And abundantly terrifying
There is an arrow
Within its chest
Through its heart
Expertly fired from afar
There is no blood on the tip
Because death holds none
Its eyes are open wide
Seeing me as it falls
Downward spiraling
Just as I often find myself
Across the valley it was hunted
At my feet no doubt it will be
The marksman will be gone
Never to be known
Never to be held to account
It will become the end and I
Getting acquainted in death
As we always have in life
I will hold it close
Unafraid of what is next
As we both silently go
I won’t feel sorry for myself
But for it there will be a sadness
I have spent my life trying to express
With a thud
There it is, the raven falls
Wounded, it labors to an end
That we must both now face
I pick it up and hold it close
Pulling the arrow from its chest
It makes no sound
And neither do I
I peer deeply into its eyes
A slight reflection shows back
And in that moment
I come to realize
That it will all somehow be alright
Its body inflates in agony
And then softly as the wind
It expels its final breath
Down upon the ground
We now find our way
Looking up at nothing
Leaving behind something
The end…

Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2024


This poem paints a vivid, haunting picture of a raven's fall, laden with symbolism and deep emotional resonance. The imagery of the raven, once a symbol of freedom and mystery, now broken and descending, reflects a profound sense of inevitability and acceptance of death. The arrow through its heart, fired with precision yet leaving no blood, suggests a death that is clinical, detached, and devoid of struggle—an inevitability that has already stripped life of its vitality.

The speaker's relationship with the raven is intimate and reflective, mirroring their own journey through life and death. The fall of the raven across the valley to the speaker’s feet symbolizes an inevitable convergence of their fates, suggesting a shared experience of suffering and release. The speaker's empathy for the raven, coupled with their own silent acceptance, underscores a profound connection between the two—a shared understanding of mortality.

The act of pulling the arrow from the raven’s chest and holding it close signifies a final act of compassion and solidarity. The reflection in the raven's eyes suggests a moment of self-realization, a brief but poignant understanding that amidst the agony and death, there is a semblance of peace and acceptance. The raven's final breath, paralleled by the speaker's silent contemplation, encapsulates the quiet, inevitable end that both must face.

The poem's conclusion, with both the raven and the speaker looking up at nothing, leaving behind something, evokes a sense of quiet resignation and a subtle hint of legacy—the idea that even in death, there is a trace left behind, a silent testament to the lives that once were.

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