Raven's Poems - Decend

The heavenly cry,
Decends from the clouded sky,
And calls me to the place,
Where the evil was born.
Leaving me with a ring in my ears,
From the screech of evil meeting god.
Arms extended with my head rised towards the sun.
The salty wettness of a tear,
Drained from my eye.
The caw of the crow,
Rings through the air,
As it soars along the wind,
And perches on my arm.
I'll drink the juice,
If it makes everything right.
I'll sit by myself as always,
As thoughts cross my mind.
And I scream upon my loudest note:
"Kill me before I die!"