Oh my soul grows weary as my body refuses to live. I rise from the mortal coil and failed shell of what I was. I see the dark bird waiting for me. A harbinger of things to come, I succumb to the icy grip of the inevitable. With it's dreadful CAW I feel my soul slipping onto dark velvet as the wind rushes through the feathers of my bearer. I am taken over the veil and beyond the horizon. I now find rest as the CAW echoes in my ears, my eyes see the mortal realm fade and my body fall away as I look into the darkness and see the vastness of the stars. I can now see the place where I am waited for as I go to my new life, carried on a Raven's wings.