The sky turns black as ravens eclipse the sun
Ebony flashes fly by, when will this be done?
A frenzy of them swoop down for feeding time
You wonder why this is, no reason, no rhyme
They land upon the unsuspecting crowd
Feasting until they have had their fill
Faces are hidden in this consuming black shroud
They have no emotion, no guilt as they kill
In the terrorized streets the people lie
Bloody and dying, most missing an eye
Why run? They will see you from the sky
- Storm Sandlin
