Shadow, Shadow upon my door,
What wake you bring of Evermore?
Raven,Raven upon my screen,
What tale of blood you bring?
Flesh, Flesh you curse and rhyme,
What dark clock you chime,?
A graven image,
I do expect,
A word of sorrow,
A thought neglect.
You tear and smear and pull asunder,
O what dark garden do you plunder?
You live of ash and beetle root,
And dry blood speckles Your black suit,
You speak of death and call of ruin,
What harbinger of malice you bring soon,
You're pale moon,
You're bloodless friend,
O what curse you soon descend?
You call a fate, A rusted loom,
And weave this madness I must presume.
I call, I lie, I leave a doubt,
What shall I clamor and shout about?
What tale of folly,
What madness you bring,
Dead hauntings of silent spring.
In dark halls I do beseech,
You mock and scorn and wave and preach,
Of God's loving promise do you breach.
Footfalls, footfalls, of graven ground,
A clanging knock, an awful sound,
A dank body upon the ground,
This mound, this mound
Of mournful dirt,
Your ****** lie, your evil smirk.
You clash and clang,
A mindless cymbal,
You fill dark cups, a ****** thimble.
You prance and wave,
You are so nimble,
You are a bug, an evil symbol
What odor lies, A ****** musk,
It's but a folly, a stab, a ******
You chime the hour,
An Evening Laud,
You are a death mask,
A witch, a fraud.
O shall I haunt and weep amok,
You are a raven, what horror you cluck.
What stately ruin waits for me,
No shining hour, no serendipity.
Shadow Bleeder, killer of dreams,
My throat is closed,
A silent scream.
I shall beseech your waking hour,
And see your scrim,
Your blackened tower.
O how you ply this broken vase,
This weeping lie, this false embrace.
How shall I sleep,
How shall I tire,
This one last night,
This one last hour.?