The ravens eyes glisten, scoping misty baron moors.
Gaping darkness bellows, from blurred, motionless jaws.
As the night stealths & drapes itself over faded skies.
Satan is absent, but haunting souls through raven eyes.
Wandering this shattered path, glazed dreams thrown.
Wrath of this bird, unleashed as beastly winds blow.
He sees all, his beads dart from cracked willows to soul.
Manipulating flowing wings of black, then perches & folds.
Establishing this role, with an malicous body of power.
With raging infernos brewing, faces of glee hide & cower.
Emotions of content washed away by a trickle of blood.
Unbolting depression among my soul, flowing tears flood.
Dragging up lost memories, when I had a motive to exist.
The time to gaze into a facade, pour out sins from my wrist.
Obliterate traces of a decoy,for his spirit has been thrusted.
Into a messenger of death, the past proved it could be trusted.
A flutter & a presence is banished, its deed on wasteland done.
For I am lucky to live & encounter, the basis of a Devil's son.