cryptomancer Posted August 29, 2008 Report Posted August 29, 2008 Upon the fields of Corvus Noir All truth is seen and feared Upon the fields of Corvus Noir All dreaming souls are seared. Touch of feathers meet my dawn Awake yet still to dream In the hell of nightmare bound My soul begins to scream. Walk with me the battlements All left in ruins and dust Inscribe my flesh with cursed laments Inked runes carved with rust. The field with walls is sealed No more shall people see The field with walls has revealed It was never meant to be. Burn the shells of my eyes Turn black their deepest brown, Empty the whites of their peace, Let black my sight surround. Coals of fire beneath the grass, Green life burned to grey, Dust and dirt fused to glass, Black onyx pools on clay. Beneath the walls of Corvus Noir I lay my soul to rest, Beneath the walls of Corvus Noir My wings, open are pressed. Flame devours my body’s flesh Black onyx coats my wings, Embers eat my feather’s mesh My soul in darkness stings. Splayed bones lay upon the ground Flayed flesh spread out to burn, Skin as glass to me is found, Each touch with cold is spurned. Here lies the field of Corvus Noir With walls all closed around Upon the field of Corvus Noir An onyx angel is found.
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