With black wings I fly,
With red eyes I see,
With the darkness flowing high above,
Death shall speak to me.
The flesh of the dead,
Is my carnivorous food,
I shall always fly in lands,
Where the dead shall brood,
I kaw the voices of the dead,
I am the eyes of the devil,
I spread the darkened wings of sorrow,
Bearing claws both curved and beveled,
I am the carrier of your soul,
Bringing you where darkness takes its toll,
I am the bearer of all that is dead,
I am the raven.
Odd that you should use a raven as a demonic symbol. A crow would actually fit it better, But again its not my place to judge. Another lovely write and I hope the others are just as good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. I like it a lot. Dark and mysterious...