cold as stone

Let sorrow brew
Dark and cold as the
Raven’s eye,

Penetrate the mortal
Soul; can you
Survive his stone gray gaze,

Without falling
Into the depths of night,

Fear not the valley
Of shadow; here is where
You’ll find your
Self,

Within the grip of
Death may a man
Truly see; for his eyes
No longer glazed
By lust,

Let all trouble slither
From you; as a snake
Would slither
Back into the grass,

Only to be seen once
A year; for he
Fears man’s cage,

All the world is the
Raven’s eye; caging the
Freedom within a man’s soul,

Telling him you are
Nothing; better off
Six feet beneath the earth,

Where at lest the
Worms can have a
Fest of your flesh,

Let the world
Be cruel; those with
Evil plots within
Their hearts,

Shall find a fate
Worse then death,

Stare into the
Raven; face your
Fear become free
Of mortal fear,
Know the world is yours.