My Life

The raven croaks my name aloud
My growing fear in fervid crowd
Rough hued hand they pull me under
Angered voices, the sound of thunder
My troubled plea they'll never hear
As growing fires of passion rear
Bestial eyes and screams of glee
Me begging mercy from bent knee
Take my hand and lead me home
I'm a simple begger not meant to roam
Never mind; tis late...to late
Humbled now I must accept my fate
To be torn asunder by ravenous beast
This poor mans flesh an ample feast
Reapers scythe through air does scream
And up I sit; twas not but pain filled dream