Falling

Too many days have gone by,
Yet I still sit here, and ask myself why,
Why we need to scream, hurt, accuse and lie,
What makes us desperately fall, at the need to make others cry,

And so I had walked away from my past,
Only to come back so true if not so fast,
To the dream which makes us kick after it has passed,
To the dream with the crashing sense determined to ever last.

Imagine a world in which words keep falling,
Imagine... A sad world, where letters and papers come crawling.

Misunderstood, words are translators of all emotion,
Which is why a raven will always question me, question my devotion,
But ravens have never understood me; they just watch and take notion,
Of what it is like to live on paper pressured by depths of an entire ocean.

Yet again, I can hear the sound of the eternal strings,
Angels carefully holding on, carelessly letting me go without wings,
Will you fall with me? Catch the golden words embedded in silver rings?
Will you become a raven? Watch me awaken from endless falls and endings.

Purpose

Do you not hear it? The soothing sound of eternal strings,
They play for you... and to all other great things,
Do you not see it? The inevitable fall of eternal kings,
They fall to you... and to the life that a fall brings.

Do you not smell it? The smell of skies crying rain,
They cry for you... droplets to wash away searing pain,
Do you not taste it? Bitter victories of the so called sane,
They died for you... giving you a fate, a destiny, a name.

Can you not reach it? The grip-less handle of the prize,
They shackle you... depriving you of levitation to arise,
Can you not try it? The freedom of living your true guise,
They unmask you... those whose silence flows to wise eyes.

Can you not sense it? The numbification of screams,
They call out to you... and to the numbifiers of dreams,
Can you not stand it? Sets of words emitting truth gleams,
They evaporate you... boiling points of lies and truth steams.

What do you feel? If there is nothing to fear,
What do you say? If there is nothing to hear.

What do you view? If there is nothing to see,
What do you do? If there is no one to free.



Writer's notes:
Destiny... fate... kings... heroes... lies... truth... sensation... history... life itself.
What is it that binds mental impulsions and principles to this physical world?
What is it that makes this world so physically mental? or so mentally physical?
Is there even a difference?

The end of the poem speaks of purpose.
Not the exact purpose, but what a purpose really is...
Is purpose a physical event? A set of physical events?
Is it more of a mental morality or even an essence of instinct?
Can purpose serve multiple goals? Or does purpose ultimate that multiplicity and turn it into one single objective to be achieved?

Is purpose destiny itself?

Cold

Its cold without you, its so unfair,
My senses are numb, my hands are hardly a pair,
You had to leave, whilst I had to care,
I'm left to inhale, whatever warmth left in this cold air.

Its cold without you, just so you know,
How much I've suffered... as I watched you go,
I'll fall fast enough, just so that I can show,
My racing heartbeats... but a heartbeat too slow.

Its cold without you, take me aside,
Study me, understand what I've been denied,
There is not a street too long, nor an alley too wide,
Where the moon will not seek, and where I will not hide.

Its cold without you, and I've yet to break,
A land you stand on is one that shall not shake,
Or disturb stillness of my blood overflowing this lake,
Come back... please... come back... for my sake.

Its cold without you, words on walls will never turn,
They paint me... lies, rejections and the lessons I'll learn,
So tell me... what is the destiny of chosen ice set to burn?
Then I shall stay frozen, and melt away before you return.

Crash

I am me, I am you, I am what I shall be, I am what I am,
Lost within the stilled motion of running to where I stand,
You are my perfect lie, I am no longer the truth you demand,
I shall be patient and shelter my purity beneath this cursed land.

If each hair on me is a painful song I've led,
If each hair on me is another burden I've bled,
If each hair on me is a happy thought turned dead,
Then mark my shoulders, and put scars on my shaved head.

Crash into me, rid me of you,
I am your mistake, you are mine, too.

Crash into me, save me of us,
I am your mistake, you are my lust.

Feel the sunrise on your neck, for it is another new day,
Feel the whispers on your ear, listen to the secrets we say,
Feel the gentle needles piercing, a new path into life... a new way,
Feel the time diminish and deplete, only then shall you begin to pray.

One morning I shall wake, stretching my arm on the horizon entire,
Opening my hand to witness a black flower blooming to inspire,
A deadly vector that seeks the warmth of your burning fire,
A confession of a king's love... unconditional to his burning poetic empire.

Crash into me, rid me of you,
I am your mistake, you are mine, too.

Crash into me, save me of us,
I am your mistake, you are my lust.

Water in our eyes, hides away our most unfaithful disguise,

Water in our eyes, makes us forget our most desperate cries,

Water in our eyes, brings forth the longest of sighs,

Water in our eyes, holds back the effective of lies.

Persistence vs. Existence

The more I walk, the more I see you in every face,
Where have you gone? I can find of you no single trace,
Save me of this love, or run my everlasting hate race,
Must you live in my heart, and in no other obsolete place?

If you were in a rain drop, I'd catch you as you formulate and fall,
If you were years away, I'd scream your name... and to it I shall call,
If you were in a happy tear, I'd cry for nothing... just nothing at all,
If you were but a reach too far... my sorrow would grow me... ever so tall.

People tell me not to worry about it, and how I waste my precious time,
Then I come home... and find myself unchallenged... by not a single rhyme,
It happens at the thought of you, stepless ladders you've made me climb,
To see you for but a moment, is worth living an eternity visionless and blind.

I shall continue my quest for you, and dare I insist?
Only if you shall ask of me, I shall cease to persist,
In me but one recurring thought, that I cannot resist,
The thought of your form, and if you even exist.

Paranoia

He watches me... the essence of my sin,
He marks my shaved head... and sprays his graffiti within.

His voice speaks to me, telling me things I cannot question,
Including his presence... and the reasons to his contagious infection.

Select me, convince me, use me, and when it's over... consume my energy,
Overwhelm me with cold chains, deprive me of friendship to my enemy.

"Raven, I see you." So his whispers would claim,
Please... go back from where you came... stop calling me by that cursed name!

But the world moves higher, as I fall down into the darkness of a hell hole,
I can feel my soul... In a room so black it would turn white the darkest of coal.

As I hit bottom, my body is lifted, my hands held high and far apart,
My legs suffer the same fate; the sight of me is nothing less then familiar art.

His presence gives me flashes of rusted knives and whispers of the dead,
I feel such blades skimming people's lies and abuses off my shaved head.

Free to lance by night, shackled of movement by day,
Watching over my shoulders, this is his will... this is his work... this is his way.

Go away... go away... go away... damn it... damn you... leave me alone!
I see you in my sleep... I feel you when I'm weak... I hear you in my tone!

Stay away... stay away... stay away... I hate you... you... monstrous... freak!
Make me swim an ocean... opposite a raging river... drown me in a creek!

Make me fear... make me paranoid... make me say unthinkable things,
My physics is your mathematical theory of how much to your joy my pain brings.

This demon will soon be gone... this demon will soon be diminished,
But such would only be... when I'm dead, or when my writer's ink is finished.



Writer's Notes:
You must think I'm pretty messed up. ;P
This was written in the tongue of someone who is paranoid of sins and karma.
Hope I did a good job! xD
If you still think I have problems, I assure you I don't. If you still don't believe me, then I guess you have some serious trust issues. Good luck with that!

Immortal

I am immortal, it is written in my eyes, it is written on my head
Born of rising glory, loyal to blood that flows from truth unsaid
I fear not death, but what is left undone when my body lays dead
Hand me thy knife of lies, I shall stab myself truthfully instead.

I am immortal, relevant to neither a timeline nor a lifespan
No one will ever break me, none who live try, none who live can
Merged with the power of will, I posses not the weakness of man
A descendant, ascending from the miles of questions I've ran.

I am immortal, you cannot name me, not in this generation
Do not read about me, relieve and spare me of your concentration
I am everyone and everything, thus impenetrable to penetration
Stand in my way, and I shall rid your soul of an unseen revelation.

I am immortal, I must believe so, I must become one with serenity
Respect yourself, respect your ally... and at all cost, respect my enemy
I am what I am, this mask will remain true to my cold hearted identity
Dare not seek to annihilate the seeker of your last and final amenity.

I am immortal, I seek only to give what the reach of your arm can take
Dare you misunderstand me, such is not less than an immortal mistake
Immortal is but a term for one who lives without growing an aging flake
My immortality lives in recurring dreams of sleepers long after they wake.

I am immortal, this writer describes me so very well
He seems to leave you wondering, and lost in thought you shall dwell
Does he speak of a pathway seeker to heaven? Or a chaos bringer of hell?
Destiny is a higher power, for those who believe that time will soon tell.

Schizophrenia

Dear sin, please come here, I have something to say
I've decided it is time you left, you're unwelcome to stay
You've followed me for too long, thus, you must go away
I've changed... which is why you must leave today.

Dear father, I could not have asked for a better dad
I keep kissing your head, hoping that I'd make you glad
You're proud of me, though I've sometimes made you sad
Dad... I'm sorry I wasn't the son you've wished to have had.

Dear tears, you've visited almost every single night
I still don't know what went wrong when all was right
You were there when it was dark and stayed till there was light
I've wasted your time by bringing you to this pointless fight.

Dear heart, I'd thank you if you weren't the target of all my hate
You've let them step on my soul and used my emotions as bait
You told me she'd come, and I've been tortured through this wait
You've failed to grow hard and cold... and it is already too late.

Dear self, you've energy and potential, stop this mindless lance!
Wake up; you're blaming yourself in an insanely big poetic trance!
It is as if you're two different people conflicting in an inevitable dance!
You've a life... so do something while you've something to enhance.

Patriotic

We walk proud, where others dare not imagine to tread
Land so endless, like the sky, yet not blue, green nor red
Caressing heat, sandstorms of rage, some heavy as led
Thus, the poetic view, of a man covered by the lower face and head.

Changeless is this old man's most treasured keepsake
Land that will keep buried the very footprint we make
What is it to walk on land that offers nothing you take?
I dare you, outsider, step here on earth not blessed by a river or lake!

Men who ride on black stallions or the back of a persistent camel
Men who long and lust for the next throne-rest upon their saddle
Men who are sleepless, insomnias of scorpions and a snake's rattle
Men who have known far better then all, the truth of war and battle.

I have not forgotten my fathers or the way they had lived and deceased
One third for each food, drink and breathe... the laws of how we feast
These words matter to you not, yet, whatever does... matters to me least
We walk proud, men of principles... men of discipline.... men of the Middle East!

Addicted To You

Help me, injections of substance and eternal sorrow
I cannot help but feel the inevitable weight of tomorrow
Steal my joy and it is your pain I shall borrow
Leave death's crumbs, for they are mine to follow.

Help me, capsules of powder and remorseless hate
I make wrong choices at any given time or fate
Feed me out your cup and you shall drink off my plate
Give me the keys to hell's door and I shall unlock heaven's gate.

Help me, wrapped bits of green and infernal fire
I've achieved goals my enemies never sought to acquire
Write pages of truth on my skin and call me your liar
Bind my wings and watch as I fall higher and higher.

Help me, particles of white and winds of pride
I am the forces of ink & paper destined to collide
Imprison and command me, for I've chosen to abide
Lurk and await... I know that you contemplate suicide.

Help me, for I have run out of time to live
I've taken everything and yet you still offer more to give
Look into my eyes and I will see things from your perspective
Hold me down forever... For I am no longer receptive.



Writer's Notes:

No! I've never taken drugs in my life, and I'm in no way suicidal! Its just pure poetry. :)

Lone Wolf [Part One]

It is 3:30am, yet, sleepless, she is always awake
She lives alone, yet, confident, she is not so easy to break
Night after night, it is the same stand at her window she would take
Staring out at the world, wanting to see the runner for sleep's sake.

The runner, the wolf, she calls him, the wolf that runs along the bay
She's confused by this wolf, like her, he has never rested a day
Running, almost like poetry, steady paces and nothing in his way
The wolf runs off into the night, thoughts of a meeting she'd always portray.

Its morning, she is ready for work, arriving exactly at 8:17
A hard day t'was, the staff was rude and her boss was extra mean
She makes a lot of money, but she is sick of her life and her suicide routine
People are ignorant, uninteresting, and pointless to her it would seem.

The moon sheds light onto her world and witnesses her rage
It is 3:30am, she is determined to meet the wolf, and be free of her cage
She runs out to the street, awaiting the runner she would engage
Maybe this man is the answer, the writer of her next page.

An arrival, the lone wolf is here, slicing through the cold foggy mist
She reaches out, barely grabs him by the arm that she'd almost missed
The wolf stopped, and she could see the gripping of his rough fist
He turned around, she stares at the lips that she wanted to have kissed.


She: "I'm... really sorry... but... what is your name?"

(The wolf stares into her eyes, she feels his intention of not answering.)

The Wolf: "Why do the hands of a clock rotate clockwise and not anticlockwise?"

(She is secretly happy to finally hear his voice, but still very angry at the world and now very confused.)

She: "What? I... because... they... I don't know! What kind of question is that?"

(The wolf smiles.)

The Wolf: "I asked you a psychological question, you could call it a test."
She: "A test? What exactly are you testing?"
The Wolf: "What kind of person you really are."
She: "Oh? So what kind am I?"
The Wolf: "An honest one."

(The Wolf starts to continue running...)

She: "Hey! Wait! You didn't answer my question!"
The Wolf: "My name is... Wolf."


She froze, she couldn't believe her very own ears!
She's been calling this man 'wolf' for almost 2 years!
She doesn't know what to do with her coinciding fears!
This man's mere name is now stinging her like swords and spears!

The day after could not have a slower, more lazy and relaxed clock
Mixed emotions from dusk till dawn, excitement to tick & excitement to tock
The time had finally reached 3:30am, as she waits outside in her quiet little block
Confusion and anger always disappear, with the appearance of her running stock.

Determined to know, all hesitation undone...
Time has spoken and concluded this story's part one!

Questions

Wake up... sleepy mortal... it is time to embrace light

You've been given body... mind... senses including sight

All was in your favor... strength... will... power and might

Time was at your feet... day after day and night after night.

You've destroyed trees to make paper... so what did you write?

Was it special? Did you supress wrong? Did you amplify right?

What happiness did you bring? What families did you reunite?

How many souls did you guide? How much hatred did you fight?

What questions were you asked? What answers did you recite?
I'm interested in a raven so black that bleeds words so white!

You've sought justice in these skies and were as lost as a kite

So tell me, misguided one, how is it you've come to reach this height?

Inside Chaos

The way you seem... I cannot stand it, I swear
The way you cry... covered by your hands and hair
The way you frown... your eyes find no one to care
The way you feel... I felt aswell, just by being there.

The way you pretend... desperate to hide your ache
The way you sigh... you wish to sleep and never wake
The way you fend... holding back tears for pride's sake
The way you smile... a gesture so real... an emotion so fake.

The way you try... challenged with crossroads of choice
The way you lie... to keep them happy and see them rejoice
The way you talk... tension echoes by your soft innocent voice
The way you strive... so much pain that nobody offers to hoist.

The way you collapse... only to lift yourself from the cold floor
The way you prevail... leaving your heart scarred, hurt and sore
The way you emplode... imprinting your anguish onto your core
The way you go on... you just keep expecting more... and more.

The way you hope... looking up to the blue sky growing so pale

The way you succeed... in reminding yourself how much you fail

The way you hide... thinking I wouldn't see you behind your veil

The way you despair... weakens me while I am ignorant of your tale.

Knight for a Night

My king has commanded me to eliminate and kill
Chosen... I lack not talent... neither swiftness nor skill
If not loyal to thy rank, It is thy blood I would spill
I shall take part in thy war, thy request I shall fulfill.

I travel to sin amongst sinners, blindly... just as you planned
God, bind my ankles... I wish not the power nor the ability to stand
My prayers go unanswered... as my eyes witness the populated land
Battle cries intensify... I feel the unconscious gripping of my cold hand.

Villagers... carpenters... miners... fishermen... children of pure bliss
I bring them hate with no just cause... I... I didn't want any of this
If I keep riding... yet... if I don't... it is my own family that I'd miss
Damn this pointless rage... God... please save the weak & helpless.

The drums of war have begun... the vibrations reach my very core
The land once so green is now poisoned with red... the color of war
Blasphemy... terrorism... racism... massacre... mass killing or gore
Be it what you will... because I won't look back on this anymore!

Forgiveness... is but a dream... one that comes after my past nightmare
Justice... was in my hands... when my king had none to spare
A thousand men waged war... A thousand men did not care
We returned... heroes with scars... reporting back to the king's lair.

"We've slaughtered them all, your highness." So my blade would sing
His majesty rewarded my sins, knighthood with a church bell ring
Tears ran down my face that night... what justice did I bring?
"Be thou a knight." was when I killed his majesty, my king.

Beyond Reason

I am the air my enemy breathes yet does not see.
I am the water, so very alive, deep in the dead sea.
I am the chains wrapped around ankles of the free.
I am the seed planted to destroy every single tree.

I am the love that can only produce hate.
I am the lie generated to manipulate fate.
I am the force designed never to penetrate.

I am the claw, lusting revenge to eviscerate.

I am the sensation of anger revolved around devastation.

I am the wall of fear entangled by the roots of hesitation.

I am the awe of a battle cry from the throats of one nation.

I am the sins of a blood stained blade ignorant of segregation.

I am the soul of an immortal substance.
I am the fire of a cold hearted existence.

I am the frequency of an invalid instance.

I am the escape into an ethereal entrance.

I am the ground quaked by the choice of a merciful destiny.

I am the seal unlocked by the flawless keys of eternity.

I am the poem that challenges words in a quest for liberty.

I am the voice that will shatter the very essence of tranquility.

Mother Nature

My sun has not yet risen... It has yet to come around
Birds tapping on the glass window... is my waking sound
I hear the wind and rain... as I place my feet on the ground
My day has begun... a slave to this fate... shackled & bound.

Do you fear the inevitable... while you continue this quest?

Do you feel the pain of failure... when you've been put to the test?

Do you lay useless... and think about it while you rest?

Do you seem invisible... despite the scream limited by your chest?

You've forgiven me... I wanted to be unforgiven

Remaining here.... you have ascended higher and risen.

Do you know what it's like to hurt... just so others would not feel pain?!
Don't you understand? What letters have you erased from my name?

I will stay here... and I will protect those who are not to blame!

You've forgotten them too... what is this monster you've became?

Distance... counting the miles of insanity that you have driven

Awaiting your return... as I deal the hand I have been given.

Birds still tap on the glass... as if they had nothing better to do

They steal my attention away... away from thinking about you

The sun has risen... it does not matter what is what or who is who

You've become the diamond... and I was the glass you'd cut through.

Escaping Back

Lifting my hands high... high above my head
I wish to silence the enraged, and those who are dead
As deaf as they were... even the blind wouldn't hear a word I'd said
Do they not understand? How much more are they going to shred?

You see, every time we stop... to think
We see it all... a grin... a smile... a sigh and blink
And every time we stop... and don't think
We miss it all... we scream... yell... die and sink.

Fate observes me... lurking under my skin
I'm addicted to the pain... and this innocent grin
Adrenalin stained burns... traveling from limb to limb
It awaits me to begin... I am to commit a necessary sin

Dropping a tear for every demon I kill
I am forced to paint this world with the blood I spill
This madness will not stop, only if and not until;
The echo of insanity has faded and my body holds still!

Running out the doors of time... everything looks the same!
It's... It's like a cycle... of death... poverty... fortune and fame
There is no exit... in this exit labeled game...
We see so many... when existence only walks one single lane.

Can you hear us...? We shall not fall to your crime...
We will play your game... We shall walk your line...
We will grow paths... We shall climb the longest vine...
We will take you on... either one by one... OR ALL AT ONE TIME!

The Sinless Angel

Perfection, I dream about her so very often

There is no rock of a man that she cannot soften

Driven by the rage of lust... yet, held back by the chains of caution

I dream of her to get away... I dream of her to be free of this coffin!

Love... was so unforgiving... and relentless

I'd never felt a power so great... yet so merciless

She called me sin... and she is forever sinless
Such purity... prevails through all hate regardless.

She walks through my reality with not one shred of care
She notices me once... but it is only one look, only one that she can spare
A pause, overwhelmed by such power... her eyes stab me everywhere
I cannot but notice the beauty of this angelic figure... face and hair
Forced to want to bleed for her... but talk to her? I... I do not dare!
Not the slightest clue I have about what words we would share.

Confused by this double-sided double-edged insane desire
I burn with this greed, it has consumed me whole and entire
Maybe someday she could understand me... realize what I require
Maybe someday this angel will call out to me... and pull me out of this fire!

The Reality

What has come of me...?
I've forgotten what it's like...

I've forgotten what it's like to be bound by rules... boundaries that have kept me safe... warm... carefree...

I've forgotten what it meant to just stare at birds... watching them eat, drink and soar ever so blue skies...

Wish you were home...

I sleep far away from slumber... far away from warmth... at but still so far away from home...

This is not me... I'm lost... lost in thought... lost in mind...

I am not in control...

I do not remember the last time waking up without thinking about the future...

The more I think... the more this path narrows... leaving me walking but a very fine line...

My destruction is but a slip away... I stand on this edge being pushed by this slow wind...

Wish you were home...

Weakness is asking a question... needlessly... you hold it in your left hand... but you do not seem to open your right... do you hold truth?... or maybe the whole path...

Reality is what it is. There is no escaping this mad world... for you have played the biggest part in forging it...

I stand before myself as a white coated judge
"Hello, Raven." it greets me, "You are here to be rid of this grudge."
"You've been falling for so long." it claims, "But now, you shall receive your budge."
"What are you talking about?" I ask, knowing full well that I need this nudge.

"You are the descendant of a great man; can you withstand putting him to shame?"
Reality has overwhelmed me... I stand silent... I'd wish for all but this reality if it ever came...
"Sir... I'd... I'd rather die before I am appointed such blame."
"Very well... you must start new... a new life... a new path... a new name!"

One after the other... the ravens from my shoulders fall...
The very room is flipping and twirling, tossing me from wall to wall...
This is madness... much like reality... life in pain... preventing me from standing tall...
This is not over... I CAN STILL CRAWL!

Water... so deep... but... I can Inhale...
Sunlight slowly rips through...
So powerful... so uncontrollable... so...
Authoritative.

This world is not mine... this world is not ours... there is something more behind the visual truth... I know now... that I must prove myself... I must prove myself to the people around me... to myself... and... to the truth behind this truth...

I think I finally understand that old Arabian saying...

"Time is like a blade... If you do not cut it... It will cut you."

"Sin." she calls out to me, waking me up from my life-changing dream...
I understand now... It is the new name I was promised... so it would seem...
A reminder, perhaps... to never become what I have once been...
But she had the voice of an angel... an angel, one that I wish I could have seen.

The Cries of Skies

Somehow, lies are more painful to some
Turn away... when faced with what must be done
Like everlasting peace, all such are truly none
Behold... storms of truth summoned forth to come.

Screaming voices, loud as breaking glass
Skies turn dark, as the night has been cast
Forsaken by life, one that shall not ever last
Seek not hope, for this change is far too fast.

Pale blackness in a clouded chaotic ocean
Desperation in twirls of distorted commotion
The absence of stars deprives the direction of motion
"Stand up." Accept the truth that has once been chosen.

Someone is born as someone elsewhere dies
Can it be that one must fall only for another to rise?
Plants seem to live... only with the cries of skies
Painful as it is truthful, overcoming all denies.

This sky will someday cease to be plain
Emerging back to the quiet fall of rain
Did you expect the truth long before it came?
Then... why wait for another storm to blame?




Writer's Notes:

This poem is now a semi finalist on poetry.com's International Poetry Contest!
I really hope it makes it to the finals! ^_^
I've recently heard that its part of the coffee table book Immortal Verses that will be published in Spring 2007!

The Untamed Beast Within

Inside, emerges a feeling so complex and untame
Bursting through every thought traveling through every vein
Finally, comes a stop to wondering when, where, or why this all came
Enraged and engulfed... I have become one with this pain.

I notice nothing... not the wind, not the people... this monster is all that I claim
For the time being, I have but one purpose... I have but one aim
The temptation forces me into the nether... I am to drive myself insane.
Looking up at the sky... lost in my mind... what am I to gain?

I do not wish to perish... I dare not play this game
Risking it all... whispers within me ask this pain for it's name
Hate, anger, despair, stress, envy, fear, shame and self blame.
This beast is too wild.. one that is too reckless for one mind to contain.


The paradise I once assumed is now a sleeping desert with dreams of falling rain.


What happened? Where am I? I remember a sharp black and red ray...
I cannot tell whether this desert is turning day into night or night into day...
Can it be that this beast has taken over... and is here to stay?
I notice the black ravens in the red sky... thus, I begin to pray.

I sense it coming from millions of miles away...
As if it were a nemesis and I am its prey...
I stand up; cold sands have pierced me from where I lay
My nemesis is behind me... Speechless, I have prepared nothing to say.

I turn around to witness my greatest deception..
Standing in front of me is my very own reflection!
"Obey me" he whispers, "The ravens will give you guide and protection."
I still cannot speak, thus I am forced to pay this demon my full attention.

One by one the evil birds come to my shoulders and rest...
This black hearted demon seeks only to be the very best...
Burned on my neck a black tribal symbol, I wear the demon's crest.
The birds lift me up and fly me far away, heading to the raven's nest.