Liege Poem by Pete Rivera

Dreary, weary, teary yet so full of zeal
It's the way the winds turn that make it seem real
Wind blowing, birds crowing and the crow on the sill
Born from the darkest depths of Teal

The crow soaring, blood pouring down
People run in fear as this liquid showers the town
Running from the cunning cun who bears a crown
The crow, who is king, allows not mercy to roam around

But let me tell you this
Leave life with one last kiss
With the blood upon your lips
For it is a cruel end this demon gives

As the crow gazes, its eyes blood red
With sharp talons it'll rip your eyes off your head
You'll bleed and you'll bleed and then you'll be dead
But your spirit should take pride
Knowing it is a king you have fed

But let me tell you this
Leave life with one last kiss
With the blood upon your lips
For it is a cruel end this demon gives

As the bell of death rings
All hail the king
As the bell of death rings
All hail the king

But let me tell you this
Leave life with one last kiss
With the blood upon your lips
For it is a cruel end this demon gives