Raven

The vile stench of ravens’ blood, the sound of death surrounds Evil lurks upon a soul, in lines that circle round Through cadence of this blackbird howl, the sound is one to fret Through eyes of blackened fowl, destiny is set Pools of blood reflect the light, of all that is to come Ravens’ perched up on the sky, devouring the some A bird of prey shall be the end, as blood does hit the ground The end of life is all that’s true, for does not make a sound Murders of the foul, they gather on up high Peering down on to the flesh, through their blackened eyes Pure at heart without a soul, instinctively aware Pray has fallen to the ground, in all of its despair The time has come, the end of some, devouring the soul The flesh does rip, the Raven sits, upon this empty hole For now you see, what has to be, the end of nature's wrath Peering through, the eyes of you, this is the ravens path