The ravens -
They wait for me,
For the darkness,
to take me away.

With their ever-watching eyes,
Predicting sorrows to come.
The omen.
The curse.
The sadness they bring.

An unchanging future,
A permanent condition.

I have become the raven.
Always searching,
My next victim around any corner.

Waiting to take them away
Into uncertain darkness.
A place both ancient and new.

Is it right to call me a curse?
I bring relief from this world -
A permanent escape.
Eternal peace.