I watch from the darkness, I observe from above
You must login to vote
I see a black forest, surrounding a cove
I beat my wings, moving closer still
I ready myself for the practiced kill
You may take me, for a bird from above
or maybe you see me as a raven-black dove
but either of these, I am not
but a mixture of beasts, made inside of a pot
It matters not as I charge down
my face frozen inside a frown
it matters not as you look up
and you see me coming to gobble you up.
Dreams that disturbe you when you sleep,
and haunt you when you are awake.
Make up a mirror of who and what you are,