The sky hangs low, shadowing the earth pitch-black as coal Shallow screams fill the air, just another lost soul
The sea of dreams blood red and irrevocably changed Engrossed with the tears and fears of those who do remain
The raven flies high tonight perched on a naked oak tree Oil drop eyes staring out over the expanse catching those who flee
Desecrated breezes carry solemn cries of torture and pain Flickering candles carefully lit for the dead in monotonous vein
Heartless demons search quietly for their innocent victims Knowing the price of a soul runs high within the devil's sanctum
Clutch your children and hide for the raven flies high on this night Silently soaring through the thick air, spreading his ebony wings in flight
Soul wrenching echoes of dying tortured souls fill the musty air Desperately seeking out the faceless savior they doubt is even there
Listen intently to the scream of the raven's powerful cries He has come to slowly steal your soul until it withers and dies by Tracey Ann Dunne | |||
