The Gallop Of The Black Raven Poem by Daniel Chuhan

When the fieriest of tigers drips blood
Bares he his teeth as not witness not he shows you a smile
Sparking flame galloped and there, death's flood
across the fields already gone, it's guile

Never those with the air shall ever not wept
Upon hearing this death
Cause it's like a greenhouse effect
As inside one knows death's breathe

The sand in death's gallop seem as one
Nor air nor land it's road but somewhere
Not any man has a pun
To escape this death

When the noble raven glides up in the wind
As the moon splits into two
Making its path
Shall remember how we've slain the truth
Never to come back

Never those with the air
shall ever not wept
The high blood pressure
Ta it special effect

The ocean below know well, the soil
The employee, the employer

The oceans above know well, the galaxies trapped in Gravity's foil
The ever lasting unsolved mysterious of life

They all know well
about the black black blackest raven

Every soul shall taste death