In the depth of midnight
When the darkness swallows the moon
A bird soars above, he is called The Raven
His feathers shine with a green tint
His claws sharper than knives
He turns his head, below him something moves
He crows loudly and dives into the trees
His prey, a mouse, sits frozen in fear
He sees himself in his murderers yellow eyes
The Raven, talons flexed, is inches from the mouse
The claw hits the mouse, ripping the skin
But still the mouse scurries into the dark
The Raven cries in defeat and returns to the sky
He spends all his nights long after searching
And yet the prey is gone
He waits for his moment
His revenge
