The Raven
Tis a predator of a sky
Feathers black as a wondering soul
Creeping up for a Revenge
Showing no prey mercy
As it's talins sharp as daggers
Pierces the skin of its prey
You hear the prey shriek
Out in both Pain and fear.
The Raven Squeezes just
A little bit harder
Till the prey is limp and lifeless
As the Raven Flies to a dead tree
And lays its meal gently on the
Branch, before feasting
The raven broadens its chest
And lets out a shriek
To let the others know
That it is his meal and
No one else can touch it.
The raven uses its tattered up beak
To rip open the fresh killed
Prey
And begins to feast