Across a Darkening Sky

Ashen grey clouds in drift, across a darkening sky A solitary soul stands whilst the ravens no longer fly They settle on the gravestones, gathering in the trees For soon they'll be summoned, ignoring the weakening pleas The hooded figure signals, like thunder their wings flap Arms now folded in stance as they gather for their attack Amidst the greying sky flies an unkindness of black For soon they'll release their anger, there will be no lack Towards the town they head in stealthily gliding ease Riding the storms thermals, being carried on it's breeze An unsuspecting township oblivious in their surround For soon in sporadic scatter amidst this black inbound No religion colour or creed is spared their pecking beaks For it's the blood of the human that desires their darkened seek Lacerated weeping bodies in frenzied crimson run Zig zagging like headless chickens, as to why this has begun http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-9.php