• To the skies I look
    seeing the black raven above,
    many time I've seen him...
    more like a friend than a stalker
    he looks down to me, the eyes of twilight on the final leaf of the tree falling to its grave.
    They seem too beautiful to belong to a raven...
    but whom i see is whom i get...
    To me he does not represent Death,
    but more of the michevious spirit...
    watching over the michevious ones...
    like myself...