With black wings I fly, <br />With red eyes I see, <br />With the darkness flowing high above, <br />Death shall speak to me. <br /> <br />The flesh of the dead, <br />Is my carnivorous food, <br />I shall always fly in lands, <br />Where the dead shall brood, <br /> <br />I kaw the voices of the dead, <br />I am the eyes of the devil, <br />I spread the darkened wings of sorrow, <br />Bearing claws both curved and beveled, <br /> <br />I am the carrier of your soul, <br />Bringing you where darkness takes its toll, <br />I am the bearer of all that is dead, <br />I am the raven.<br /><br />Troy Clark And Neal Simons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-raven-7/
