Raven's Journey

We cut the night air with wings of black,
 
we cut the life strings at twilight's blessing.
 
My brethren and I see far and wide,
 
for we are many.
 
There is no escape,
 
no hole can hide you,
 
nor disguise
 
mask a spirit
 
so foul.
 
We bring you home to purgatory to sit and
 
roost in a black shed of despair,
 
to dwell upon a life where dark leanings
 
led you to dissolution of a soul that
 
sought heights they were never meant to fly.
 
So contemplate, ponder,
 
wander this dim world between
 
darkness and light,
 
and perhaps we shall
 
return.