Dawn Of My Raven Poem by Sven Rhoads

Shattered from the constant toil in my life
For days I have spent thinking of ways to die
Every breath has escaped from my body
And these eyes no longer held the fire

Open wide as the raven comes to me
Awakening the dead man from where I lay
It is time to strike back in revenge
To live again and seize the goddamn day

On black wings you come to me
Place the axe back into my hands
Blue eyes filled with hostility
Need to control the fire in the man
Wanderer, you have called to me
To stand defiant before the enemy
New life into my death for victory
I will be born as their blasphemy

Fill my sails with the breath of storms
Fuel the rage with the weeks of scorn
Forge the steel until there is no love
No belief to infest as the false

With your wings of pitch black night
Fly to where the waves will crash
Let the moon be my only light
Through the darkness she will slash
Ride the skies to my retribution
My war ridden mind thirsts for their pain
To hell and back to find a solution
So sick and tired of playing your game

Rise from the best of a bad situation
It is the dawn of my raven
I will not accept your promises and lies
It will fuel this urge to grind my axe

The only thing that's real is what's forged for me
For trials are tempering the cold hard steel within