The Raven

The Raven sits on the tree,
Awaiting the return of me,
The Raven knows me so well,
It knows my destiny,
It knows my fears,
It knows why I am here.

The Raven sits there whispering to me,
Telling me the Devil's plans,
The Raven is no harm to me,
It is my friend. 

The Raven smiles it's devilish smile,
And fly's away.
The Raven will come back someday. 

Don't be scared of this Raven,
For it won't harm you,
Unless you have some reason to harm me,
Which I'm sure you have no clue.