
Raven, black, atop a tree
Screamed religion spuriously
Bleak-black probed me; evil glee
Before I shot it dead
Raven crowned so hideously
In a dream he came to me
Pitch black, vacant eyes I see
Before he swooped on dread
Raven claws insidiously
Gouge my own indemnity
Black robe swoops to smother me
Before tearing flesh, he said
Raven, black, atop the tree
Why do you seek to crucify me?
I only ask as courtesy
Before I shoot you dead