The Raven

On a dark, gloomy, depressing winter night Something came that was to be such a sight On my very life's blood it could surely draw In it's black hole eyes i knew what it saw Striving for analytical logic Fighting man yearning for the nostalgic chorus Black, Gothic, arcane the Raven Death, delphic, cold his haven Looking me deep in my own very soul The Raven said I can hear calm deaths toll The nation is a decaying cadaver Falling gray ashes from the disaster A gasp my destiny was preordained Yet so many questions, so much unexplained chorus From gray ashes the nonpareil will rise From this grim narrative you must grow wise Growing more somber he began to say Their will be a great war on this special day It will be the darkest before the light But the prophet of death warned you must fight chorus He said but victory can be achieved Hearing this I began to feel relieved But beware he said, anathema will come Finally I ask sternly where are you from ? Death gaze he said always remember your martyrs Finally relenting , I was sent by Allfather chorus Reeling from disbelief I asked questions Why send you to me with these directions? He said don't worry as it is not important You must prepare yourself for the abhorrent Saying to rise again is not a sin I ask his name he responded..... Munin chorus