nevermore

and as i sit and ponder
how my life was torn to shreds
by the beast as it devours
through scarred flesh the needle threads

thus spoke the demon
"death is but a part of it
my sweet naive child,
and yours will be so beautiful,
five souls at once defiled.

The black city in your heart
is where your  souls resides
beside my throne of flesh and bone
your darkness can come to hide"

but i turned back to the window
and saw nothing there at all
the raven spoke once "nevermore"
the claw and beak will call