A Ravens Labyrinth

Nocturnal & sewn into the night.
Silent & brisk out into a city of lights.
Blade at hand,
alongside the reaper they stand.
Fear in the air,
looking out into a dark dreamland.
Voices playing games,
Whispering & calling out their names,
Luring naive into the streets.
Wandering aimlessly.
Helplessly, hopelessly.
Under the ravens spells,
Patterns on their wings, dust & bells.
Arising from the ground,
Soaring through the night sky,
Circling a silver moon.
Clouds passing by into the mist they fly.
Hiding behind the nights shadows.
Breathing over the nights rain,
Dropping temperatures, into the cold.
It begins to snow in blood & pain.
Clawing into the emerald trees,
Nesting waiting for those to feed.
Claws & beaks swimming sapphire lakes.
Holding breath below the water,
In search of new souls to take.
Letting out a signal to start the slaughter.
Ravens leave their stamp on the close minded & leave them crazed & blinded.