Raven Mockers

Dozens and dozens black ravens fly, high above the great blue sky. With their wings shadows they cast, on the ground their broadcast. An evil sight that is to see, the grounds people are sure to flee.
With a swift dive black feathers will fall, and before you die you’ll hear their call. The eerie croaks that haunt dreams, cannot be silenced by simple screams. The last of your sight will be filled with red, from the eyes of the flying dead.
With their talons, they rip skin off bones, and expose your very backbone. Slowly you drift into the forever-eternal night, never again to see the light. The ravens may show off sweetness, but they hide murderous.