Hour Of Ravens Poem by Anthony Degilio

Steady thy blade with haste,
Death marches not at low pace,
The hour of ravens draw near,
Dark moments quickening appear,
Thy reaping spectre come forth,
And promise not souls to the north,
Down the river styx they shall wonder,
To the deathly hallow over yonder,
Purgatory of unyielding pain,
Which blood of the evil doth stain,
Cavernous walls of flesh and bone,
The only place where ravens call home.