The Revenant pt 3 - The Midnight Hour

The Revenant pt. 3 - The Midnight Hour ~{Renatus}~ Toll of the bell at Midnight Hour, High above, —the full moon still Below, a sepulcher in darkness devoured, Encased in fog and Winter's chill An ebon fowl of blackest plume, Solemn, —perched atop sculpted stone; Keeps vigil over accurséd tomb, Till stir within of flesh and bone Awakened from the deepest slumber, Horror made flesh —forged from pain With words and fists unencumbered, By those who wished to control and maim Twinge of madness in every breath, Burning vengeance twists the mind Tormented soul in thrall to Death— Goads the raven from its earthly binds Crypt expels this chilling disdain, Darkness and flesh, imbue then impart Path of corvid and beast, split in twain, Of Earth and Of Ether, each depart ~{Letifera}~ "Covet the land, no company I keep..." Over the mire, muck and tangle— Unhindered by pernicious terrain— This Beast, spoke of —only in fable, Recompense for innocence slain A village, quiet, —till breath of day, Save for the sentinel up on high Wide-eyed, sober, meets raven's gaze, Raised alarum splits moonlit sky "Covet the land, no company I keep, Mortal hearts fill with dread..." Shattered silence from panicked yell, As ominous fog blankets the land Thunderous peal breaks Sandman's spell, The watchman bellows frantic commands: — "Latch the windows! Bar the doors! Pray to your gods overhead! Then dare not creak a single board! Nor let slip! —an utterance from dread!" — No sooner these last words spoken, Tearing of flesh, then gurgling sound The Beast, swift! —His throat torn open Enveloping fog, a burial shroud "Covet the land, no company I keep, Mortal hearts fill with dread Inevitable slaughter of the sheep, An insatiable hunger to be fed."