Thou blackest of prey
shall peck the very eyes
From my sockets
of which I sought you with
Tapping at my window
Foreboding death
Knocking
Pecking
Knocking
Pecking
But I shall not answer to
Your haunting call.
In midst of day beyond the night
Lures the evil from it's sleep
It is then that
I shall pluck from your plume
The blackest of hearts
And stomp it to death
I messed this up and had to edit it, actually had placed a different poem here. ugh sorry
