See the raven, cock it's head just so,
Is it looking at me, can it know me?
Soul, black, as his lusturous down,
What does it know, can it know pain?

I feel every moment weigh down on me,
Suffocating under the remorseless tide,
Each beat, breath, thought, draws the end nigh
All who feel can feel it, it stalks us.

The raven just turns away, away from inquiry,
He feels it not, his heart races on,
On and on, bleeding into the abyss of time,

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Valnuary, in the year 275 AF.