Ravens of the Crimson Sky

Wings cut the air, black as the void. Feathers drenched in

war's cruel blood. Circling death, they see all the fallen,

the broken, the nameless flood. Claws grasp the flesh, eyes burn through

bone, no mercy shown. Ravens of the crimson sky watch them feast

where heroes die. Beaks tear screams from silent cries, ravens rule the battlefield

high. Steel meets steel, the ground is ash. The winds howl

loud, the banners clash but shadows rise. Black wings spread, they thrive where

the brave are dead. Call of vengeance, echoes grim, night descends,