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The Raven’s Curse

This is my first attempt  at poetry on dVerse. dVerse is hosted by Brian, and it is a lovely forum to bring out the poet in you. This time the challenge is to tell a story through a poem. It can be free verse, rhyming, short or long, anything you’re comfortable with.

Here is what I managed to come up with. Not much, but I hope you guys think its okay.

At times, what appears to be is not actually true. Looks can be deceiving. Love and loyalty exist in surprising places, where they are least expected to be. The most trusted ones may turn out to be traitors and many a times, those suspected and wronged, prove to be real angels.

 The Raven’s Curse

Ages ago, in the  land of calm and good

Lived a noble, wise king

Peace reigned undisturbed and he

Was loved by all the people belonging.


The king loved his subjects, his queen and children

But his pride and joy was his pet phoenix

Flame, with fiery gold red plumes

Was highly intelligent and had eyes like onyx.


The king understood his bird

Just like the bird understood him

The co ordination of their minds helped the king

Win every battle with Flame alongside him.


There were enemies who mocked the king

Declaring him to become a zookeeper

Gnashing their teeth when it failed to anger him

Only fueled his love for his pet deeper.


One day, the king was injured in war

Flame having failed to protect his back

Just then a raven came out of nowhere

And maimed the enemy before he could attack.


The noble king was ever grateful

To the bird who ad saved his life

But Flame remained suspicious, fearing

That the raven would cause strife.


The raven asked if he might stay

And the kind king readily agreed

While Flame seethes in silent rage

To him, the raven was an usurper with insatiable greed.


He watched with growing envy

As the bird occupied his king’s good grace

In his terrible wrath, Flame did not realize

For the king, no one could ever take his place.


So the jealous phoenix hatched a conspiracy

By telling the enemies of the battle plan

He made the king’s defeat point to the raven

Making it seem like it was his hand.


Hurt and betrayed, the king banished the raven

To the joy of Flame ,once more the pet

The raven’s heart was broken and that

By the very man he rescued from death.


Then he confronted the evil phoenix

Realizing that he’d cheated for his petty pride

The raven cursed him: as long as he lived

Between Flame and the king would exist a great divide,


The phoenix, arrogant in his victory

Paid the words of the raven no heed

The raven, broken and unhappy, walked away

And Flame celebrated, remorseless of his deed.


But Fate would not let matters rest

Word about Flame spread among ranks and rows

Hard as he tried to hide his treachery

Somehow the king came to know.


Confident he could bluff it out

Flame appeared before the king in his rooms

But an unseen force made him speak the truth

And straight away led him to his doom.


The king felt that Flame must be slain

But unable to kill the being he loved to the core

Ordered him to be exiled

In that age and forevermore.


Only then did Flame truly repent

Spending every moment wondering how the king must be

Silently struggling to move closer

But the Raven’s curse would never set him free.




Wedding Vows

Friday Fictioneers

This is my first attempt at writing 100 word flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our gracious host at FF. The challenge is to write a 100 word flash fiction based on the photo prompt chosen by Rochelle. This week the photo is by Bjorn Rudberg.



Copyright - Björn Rudberg

                                           Copyright – Björn Rudberg


Here are my 95 words.




 Just because I’m dead, doesn’’t mean I’m not here, Bill grumbled often to himself. The past four years had been comfortable enough for him. He loved his Miriam enough to be happy just seeing her everyday. He’d thought that she had loved him too. But then Alan came along with those ugly flowers and that bucktoothed smile, and now Miriam was leaving her Bill alone! That would not do. Hadn’t she promised to love him and only him forever? Miriam would have to keep her wedding vows. Bill would see to it.






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“After all this time?”
“Always,” said Snape.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows