Dark Love... A Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe

i watch the raven as it slays the killer of my rose i notice that his stranger ways are nothing like the crows he flies away in dawn of light a shadow in the dark look in his eyes and see his might and judge him by his heart he is the only teacher wise enough to embrace death when i hear the people's cries i think of their last breath how many times i do wish that i could take their place i'll endure the raven's kiss and fly without my face to ride the winds at his side a creature of the night when time comes to choose my bride i'll wed she that can fight i'n the night she'll help me choose the souls that have the mark and leave behind death's great news a raven's feather dark