Raven
Still clutching the weapon
That laid him in his grave
In the mist created by evil souls
No longer doomed to be his slave
Silky dress woven as black as his evil deeds
Nobody shed a tear for him
No hearts are left to bleed
Rest In Peace is a motto
Not apt for his tombstone
After being stained by his abuse
She’s finally left alone
Burn in hell you bastard
Is a better epitaph
For the first time in her twenty years
Raven let out a haughty laugh
Raven – now free to fly
Forget the past – she’ll have to try
Upon her birth – her mother died
For what he did – his soul will fry
Raven – in your silk black dress
A new life – you can caress
You rid the monster from your nest
You put your courage to the test
Fly free, Raven, fly
“Guilty – not”, the bailiff cried
Bid your tortured soul good-bye
Fly free, Raven, fly
by Joe Flach
For Constance's contest, "Among the Dead"
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