Would thee be a bird ... a raven black bird, and fly with me tonight?
To soar the night skys ... the limitless night skys, and soar to heights out of sight?
To feel the night air ... the relentless night air, the rush that makes me alive?
To see the night moon ... the powerful night moon, that gives me the will to strive?
To know the night secrets ... the hidden night secrets, that mortals dare not question?
To cry the night tears ... the bitter night tears, of loss beyond comprehension.
What would you call life, but an intermission 'tween deaths, strung from end to end,
Love, Loss, Hate, Joy, Sorrow and Lust, we feel 'ere our lives transcend.