silhouette by day and a creature of the night   my silken flesh shall dead remain and never see the sunlight   but on one dismal afternoon on the eve of may   I venture into my withered gardens adorning in decay         it is to my surprise   that I am so far from alone   meeting in my sacred garden   ravens claim it as their own         the loathsome look that's in their eyes   a stare that most would quite despise   but as their queen and sorceress   they should worship like the rest         the flock of fiends it multiplies   dots of black now populate the clouded skies   have they come to worship me as their queen?   millions upon millions entering just like a dream          extending my arm as a perch for a worthy king   feathered soldiers flock to me worshiping their queen   laying down upon the ground I've fallen to my knees   screaming in agony no one hears my final pleas          ravens pick on carrion bones   until there is no trace of flesh   the queen or so she claimed to be   has died in pain just like the rest