“I am”

And low, I summon the demonic winds,across the heavy storm laden, skies,the oppressive rage and destruction of all that it shalt inherit.
Where lightning shalt answer in relentless defiance to the,vengeful thunderous shouts that are ferried on the darkest of wings.

Ye even then shalt I declare myself enslaved by the moon, within the turbulence and fury of this maelstrom in my, thirst of yearning from my spirit within.
Questing to show cause to exist,reasoning why to expire.

Thus the silvery waters can not my reflection hold,
whilst it doth mirror that which is destined to be seen in it's naked eye.
That of my path be fleeting,afore the dawn's waking can glance the night.
So to my image be my judgment,and my curse.

Sleek and as likened to the that by which I travel,the Darkness in my eyes shalt pierce yet the Ethereal Plain,
I am that by which is named as the Raven and of that same, am I called by the Wolf
Harken to my cries in the wildness of an untamed, yet I pray never feel my pain.