A raven a feathered beast with a heart of black.
Is a warrant of doom, as warriors set out
while lost souls of the undead state their claim.
Clinging still to their mortality and their sinful ways.
Now they seek to scavenge the earth
like ravens with bloated bellies.
Their mouths like moths eating at their clothes,
and feathers dripping of blood [starvation is in sight].
War is fought so valiantly with wings of steel.
The Ravens Warriors fight
with steel and all their might until the sun burns bright.
Until the light of day is biting at their bootstraps;
and eating at their souls,
leaving their ashes in the canons smoke.
Sat May 24, 2014 4:40 pm