There came the call of dark wings flapping,
blackest beak of nightmares tapping
Harshest scream of moon-lit woe,
imperial in deathly throws
The raven said to bring the flood,
of corpses drowned in seas of blood
They gather near those felled by pride,
to guard the gate where Death resides
Their call is known by beast and man,
the end of all in harshest land.
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A Poem For Your Thoughts
PoetryA collection of Poems and Prose that were inspired by the many people I have met, and those I have yet to meet.
