Raven in the Night

A gothic poem

Cold night air blows across my skin
Ravens in the trees cawing to the lord of death
He brings to me a decision
What is your intention?
Heaven or Hell?
Salvation or Damnation?
Or lord of death I plead to thee,
I crave salvation,
As the Raven craves the open skies
Lord of death look upon me and send me to my serenity...