The ravens awaken – bleeding like words of black,
The Moon’s poetic speech fells upon the snow,
Flowing like Styx - the damned river, thick and slow.
Ravens break the stiff winds and break the frozen prison’s lock.
They go through the untamed lands
When in chaos birthed are fetuses of pale –
The stars; with their gaze the blackness impale…
The ravens pour like timeless sands.
On enfolded horizons the white coffin shifts
In an unholy altar where you sacrifice mists.
The crypt of marble white awakens the ravens,
Bleeding like words of black… oh, the ravens!