I am the raven perched high on the branch
of a wintry tree grown in the middle of the sky
you see me here, my frosty gaze upon you
yet I startle you with my melancholy cry
the moon dances in a black beady raven eye
as I swoop to peck your shoulder
walking through my haunted woods boldly
didn't you notice your breath was getting colder?
the raven transforms into a maiden dressed in black
with pale blue lips, frigid skin and icy eyes
I draw close to you until our faces are all but met
and whisper in your ear the amaranthine lullaby