The Raven stands on a windoe pane

Dark as the night

Still as a statue

Watching...waiting.

The child flails

In his sleep

The Raven watches

Hungrily,wondering

When the time shall come.

The mother comes

And looks sadly at the Raven.

She gathers her thoughts

And nods in acceptance.

The aura of the Raven

Fills the room.

And finally

The child stops writhing

His sould parts ways

With his frail body

As the woman's howl

Pierces the night

The Raven flutters down

And with a shake of its wings

Triumphantly claims the child.

Raven,

Don't you be proud,

You are merely an enemy

Which we will all meet one day.

Raven,

You are the symbol of Death,

You have caused so much grief

You tear families apart

You wear away the best men

You make people kneel at your feet.

Raven,

Remember this:

It may not happen any time soon,

But mark my words, Raven,

You shall be conquered one day.