deaths crow

'tis good to welcome the dance of death!' words of the crow barrator doeth speak. as the sacrificial lamb lies down to sleep. their sharpened scimitar glistens as it rents the misty dawn. slashing and baring, ripping and tearing, opening the deadened wound. darkened lava from the spent vessel flows onto the blackened glistening highway of deaths intent. its life force completely spent. leigh. 2005