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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.

 

 

:raven:

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