Ravendusk

A raven flies through my dreams
Flies as high as the stars
A mist rising above the trees
A fog so blindingly dark
And a darkness, so bitter and cold
Within the frostbitten land
A blinding wind blows so hard
The cold filters through

A darkness, coldness comes out of the shadows
Beyond the land covered in white
Past the midnight hour
I feel her cold hand caress my face
Ice cold hands brush my cheek
A tear of blood trickles down my face

She is the night
She is the coldness
She is the light
She is the raven in my darkest dreams