In foggy mist beside the door of death,
While moistened air now trickles on my skin,
The gentle winds now steal my weary breath
as the Seas of Doom rise, pulling me in;
Drifting alone out in the deep blue sea,
This silent calm begins to drive me mad.
With death near, I fall to insanity
And face my fate that seems in darkness clad.
Then, as I sink, I feel a presence near:
A raven comes and drags me to the shore.
With just few words the raven whispers clear,
“Turn back my friend and leave forevermore.”
Too close was I to feeling death’s embrace
While staring in its cold and horrid face.
