ravens fly in the sky, with freezing rain pouring down hard.
it’s staining the land with the tears from the angels above.
their screams sound like sirens piercing the hearts of every living creature, every soul.
ravens, crows; birds of ******.
they fly among each other in a treacherous roar.
the storms' eerie screeches drive the birds insane.
the beautiful angels stop their weeping, and become sickeningly quiet.
the birds are lessening more and more.
the sky turns purple in color and the stars shine brightly.
if you look, you can see lonely faces in the sky tonight.