All thought we all know the great clan has perished. As some people might say "All great things attract destruction". We all know that the Raven still lives somewhere it just requires some power to reawaken its great potential. For all we know it is still out there...
Perished and alive,
Under rubble and stone,
It needs to revive,
From flesh and bone.
Great and full of might,
It was like a haven,
That lasted longer than night,
For it was the black raven.
Full of life it was,
Just like angel,
With no flaws,
And it range like a bell.
Great and full of might,
It was like a haven,
That lasted longer than night,
For it was the black raven.
It was like a haven,
That lasted longer than night,
For it was the black raven.
The black raven settled on paper.
Dipping its claw in ink,
The bird drew,
An axe and saber.
He flew past the sink,
And he bid adieu.
The warriors charged,With the winged beast infront,The warriors barged,Right past the foes.The foe was blunt.
All it needed was a to begin anew.
