The Raven Descriptive Writing

At the end of another winter, an old man sat in his lodge which stood on the banks of a frozen river. The days were not as frigid as they had been in the last three months. His fire was dying, yet the air was not so cold. He was old and alone. His hair was long and white with age, and every bone in his body creaked and groaned as he stood up to stroke the glowing embers of his fire. As the days passed on he only heard the sound of the storm sweeping the new-fallen snow outside. One day a beautiful young woman entered his lodge. Her deep, dark eyes danced and shone, and her cheeks were bright. She wore a crown of primroses in her raven-black hair and wore a flower-strewn dress. Her figure was tall, slender, and lithe, and she had a dignified

When I shake the hair of my head, all the leaves fall from the trees. When my breath blows the leaves are carried away and snow comes silently to envelope the land like a great, white blanket. The shivering world turns barren under my cold stare. The birds fly to distant lands and the animals hide deep within their burrows. Everyone hides from the cold that I bring to the land, which bites with teeth sharp as a bear. Deep cold sets settles over the lands I visit. Where I walk the earth becomes cold, and hardened. Even the water becomes clear and hard as stone when I touch the waters. From the trees I hang beautiful icy crystals with my magic and they shiver in the frigid air. I send down snowflakes, beautiful, silent dancers from the heavens to grace the earth. I set the whole world to sleep with a wave of my hand. The light is fleeting, as if shimmers, waning over the world now barren, which shimmers sparkling white as the snow clings to it,” said the old

As I reach my arms to the sky, I flutter my eyelashes to awaken the sun. I play in the golden rays and streak the sky with the many bright colors of my paintbrush. The world is my canvas, and with gentle strokes of my brush I paint the entire world, giving it beauty. I ride on the warmth of the breeze painting an array of dancing colors, pleasing to the eye. I run around giving life to those who stand dozing beneath the cold of winter. I liven the grass, a beautiful carpet of deep green, where with a wave of my hand and the sound of my laughter flowers of all sorts soon sprout. Buds are again seen on the limbs of the once barren trees. I bring to the earth cool, gentle showers, encouraging new growth and life. I dance through the clouds, parting them to revel the bright blue sky behind and shoot down the colors of the rainbow to the earth from my bow. I emanate peace as the moon rises and the stars fill the entire night sky. This is when I walk below closings the lids of the tender flowers to bring to them sleep,” said the Spirit of