RAVEN ARCHER

Sound the trumpets,
Stand your ground.
Firm in your stance,
Make me proud.

Take the children,
Rip their heads off.
Turn them upside down,
And refill my cup.

Sweet is their blood,
So pure and untouched.
Innocent their world,
Go and bring me more.

Save their tender meat,
For a later time.
 Drop them in the dungeon,
 Then continue to march.

Got my spiked whip,
Show them who’s boss.
A beautiful brutal ruler,
Tender feast at dawn.

Raven Archer.