From the dead ravens sorrow
Ran the poor mother
Just a small sparrow
No more together
The dead shall rise
And we will be once more
The difference in size
Will be no more
The mother cry’s
The raven caws
The sparrow dies
Locked in a crocs jaws
The mirror I stare in
Before me now
I bare my sin
Bare, upon my brow
I see a raven stand behind
Cloaked in darkness
I am no more
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 11:06 PM UTC
From the dead ravens sorrow
Ran the poor mother
Just a small sparrow
No more together
The dead shall rise
And we will be once more
The difference in size
Will be no more
The mother cry’s
The raven caws
The sparrow dies
Locked in a crocs jaws
The mirror I stare in
Before me now
I bare my sin
Bare, upon my brow
I see a raven stand behind
Cloaked in darkness
I am no more
