Each winter I remember,
lacking your embrace so warm.
The fire is cold without you,
and it stings right to my core.
I’ll never see you smile again,
because you’re gone forevermore.
You look down upon me,
black herald of sheol.
If I scream right at her grave,
will she hear my call?
But you voice my dementia,
I’ll kiss her nevermore.
The whole world is like me now,
broken on the floor.
By what justice was she taken?
the rare maiden I adored.
Tell me where she lays now,
winged messenger I abhor.
You look down upon me,
black herald of sheol.
I wish that I could do it,
sacrifice it all.
But you voice my dementia,
I’ll hold her nevermore.
You angels think to help me,
you think you can make me well?
Stay away from me jealous ones,
next to her you pale.
You wont steal my memories,
before I see her again in hell.
You look down upon me,
black herald of sheol.
Just for one more glance,
at heaven’s gate I’d claw.
But you voice my dementia,
I’ll see her nevermore.
Author notes
Inspired by The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. My first attempt at trying to write something more in the style of a song.
