The Raven’s Call

The Raven’s Call

The raven’s call, a dark refrain,A specter of the endless night,Reminds you of your strength in pain,When shadows grip with all their might.Through nights when pain is never tame,The raven’s call, a dark refrain,Its echo soaks the morbid stain,Reminds you of your strength in pain.When whispers rise from tortured depths,And ghosts of sorrows intertwine,The raven’s call, a dark refrain,Reminds you of your strength in pain.In silent hours, with thoughts unchained,Its caw like teeth that gnash and grind,The raven’s call, a dark refrain,Reminds you of your strength in pain.From graves where grief and shadows coalesce,The raven’s caw renews the strain,Its haunting cry distills distress,Reminds you of your strength in pain.Through fractured dreams where monsters jest,And darkness claims the nightly reign,The raven’s call, a dark refrain,Reminds you of your strength in pain.So when the cold and bitter windBlows through your heart, sharp and disdain,The raven’s call, a dark refrain,Reminds you of your strength in pain.Its echo marks the ghostly art,Where pain’s great play makes you sustain,The raven’s call, a dark refrain,Reminds you of your strength in pain.2-Feb