Ode of the Raven

A swift flight from this bringer of death

As you fly give life to the red dawn

The dawn meant for sorrow and despair

Turmoil as peaceful as sweet death

Bittered kiss of that sharpen black beak

While ripping your still beating heart from

Your chest Softly perched on this shoulder

Of the doomed Hacking into the ear and soul

Of all who would not hear

Inviting you into this body and soul

Creep into the shadows of this world

Shine the way for the reaper to come

Honor him by bowing down to his feet

Come to rise the fallen by the guide

Of your wings Take thee to the land of

Fallen angels and hopelessness Where blood

Falls from the cheeks And crumbles to the

Burning ground So come to thee oh fallen angel

And try to take the life in which you can not For thou

Shall never carry thee to the city of angels