IV - Ravens in Twilight

How's possible? You, made of black velvet, so bright, so shiny, eat the worst blood, lying on the pebbles.

You watch your pride on that dirty water. Your ego is talking to you about the next prey to follow.

A black stain in the sky, ravens in twilight, dancing in his eyes.

I pictured in my mind the flying nightmare biting the worst. They lied at my eyes, 'cause they dressed up damn nice.