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
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