Entempta Nocturnum Amplexus

May a murder of ravens
Carry me to a slumber of elated dreams
Far beyond the throes of life
To the beneath

Where heart and mind concur
Coalesce in ebony

The void so familiar in its coldness
As if in yore I embraced
The numbness encompassed my soul to ward fear
Its chants in siloquay never shall I hear
For never shall it fault my grace