How to end such a beautiful grimoire,
There hasn't been enough hatred or gore.
Somehow my greedy-self lusts for more.
So I shall tell you more.
My eyes are the color of your soaked skin
I will watch you slump over,
And my brothers shall feast till your thin
And my expression will be a grin
To remember the origins of my states
Like the earth shaking from moving plates
Terror is staring in your face,
But disaster is staring farther away
You can wish to tell it a story tomorrow,
But your soul will never run away.
My body is small
But it's enough to make you crawl.
I will not be your opponent,
But I will be a component.
The weapons I've received,
Are like shards of broken realities.
I've visited all,
And successfully made it through their calamities.
I'm passing you the vanity
And I'm waiting to see,
If you can still handle the insanity.
My feathers cover's your mind in shade
But my words and mind is the final blade.
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The Raven's Hymn
Poetry"A wonderful moonlight, Shines on your soul. It illuminates a sillhouette, Of waves that cause havoc With haphazard directions of agony. Let the raven welcome you to it's domain, And sing unto you, The symphony of many." Highest ranking in inspiring...