Feb 12, 2019
Raven
The Devil’s Messenger At dawns first light Arriving on the final Remnants of night, Travelling the dark lines Across the lightening sky Its call echoing Upon vistas high, It descends and lands Seeing the rotted thorn Of the Prophet of apathy Of the Messiah of Light born, Just a broken skull now Wearing the mocking crown Submerged in the dirt like A man half drown, The Raven caws triumphantly Pecks eagerly upon the bone Before returning to its Infernal Lord Who rises upon the darkened throne!
(c)Macana 2019
Genesis Of Depiction: Not Known!
