Prophecy of The Raven(first serious poem)

[Skie]

I wrote this about a month ago in about 20 Minutes when I was bored in class. I have considered using this for scholarship competitions so have checked for plagiarism and all so thought I'd share my terrible writing, so here goes:
Prophecy of the Raven
Thump, thump, thump, thump
Hearts beat to the tremble of a lost mind
To foster the waves of phantom fullness
O’ what a lie, caught up in the madness
Of a long lost chaos, a liberty oh so far
From what we once called the inner home of freedom
I start to watch the raven so eerily sitting on the tree, out of real curiosity
Of the dark prophecy He proclaims so clearly, quote of His darkness
“Ye shall fall, ye shall bow, ye shall hear the three night owls”
The owls He speaks of are a fright to me, as I see so clearly now what He Has seen all along, we are in the dark and are caught in an eternal pillory pending our heed
Fear, anguish, the agony of uncertainty
Hail! Hail the raven for His prophetic warning
As we are a lost people, searching in the dark for the light of peace
One who went dim many a score ago
One which is buried under the withheld mercy from our higher power
Mercy of which He knows of, but not of
Mercy of which He sees, but He is blind
Mercy of which He holds, but cannot pour out on this land
For we are in an abyss the raven warned of, we fell in and bowed
To a power below the world, and to it, we vowed
“To ye, we surrender, one and us all, to no higher power can we still call,
For ye is the author, of our saving grace, we betray thy prophet, we bring the end of days”
The darkness heard, and for days we sat in a dark winter
Screaming for our salvation to the deity we thought was high,
Yet He trembles upon hearing this
As He fears our knowledge, lest we discover
His true intentions, bellowing like a dark noise
Falling down upon us in the night,
As a curtain, iron and heavy we o’ so fear thy might
Hail! Hail the aura of what we once knew
The aura of a messiah we once held dear
Whom now fears the rennaissance of learning
Whom fears the candle in the night
Whom is in awe of the truth that He knows not of
For He is oh so deeply veiled in His iniquity
Of heresy, never ending lies
Of delusion, of dubiety
I turn to my thoughts, oh could I be astray?
Has this prophet led me to paradise
Or to only disarray?
I weep
I weep for all of our kingdom, shrouded in doubt
Due to one conceited savior, all consumed
In His own false shouts
Do we know the truth
Or is chicancery about?
Do we know the light
Or is darkness all we tout?
Here and now in this turmoil, we are trapped
As if in a raging tornado
A vortex of never ending fear
A fear of our coming doom
Our coming descent into a dark purgatory
Opened by the illusion of light,
In the darkness of a false messiah
I see the vision in this moment, my heart races
For it is now I know, the end is nigh
The raven, most high, proclaims
“Ye betrayed me thrice, ye conceited serpent, for now I shall deliver you to your fire of destiny”
I shake in concern at His prophecy, knowing his error but not His way
Knowing His voice but not his mind
Who am I to discern His word?
Who am I to discern
When as a disciple of the true God
I still fell to thy stroke of the raven’s darkness
Was bound by the chains of His apocalyptic decree
But now I break
Now! I call
Now! I pray
Now! I know
The truth of my world
Of the true Him, Jesus
Our savior, our true Messiah of this broken kingdom
Of ancient seas, of bleak caves
For now He comes, us all He shall save
I see the raven, I have heard his cries
But His eery prophecy
I hereby, deny.

[.Brittany.]

This was really well done! I look forward to reading more of your writing

I enjoyed this! I hope you will share more of your work.

[Ennui.]

Loving this! Do share more, you do really well.