The Raven and a Spider

Thunder strike my heart.
On this cold night.
Its the call of the raven.
As he calls for my return from this noble cursade.
Its the fire that burns my skin.
It will be the cry of a child.
or is it my own cry of terror.
Its the grins of many faces.
Which is the screaming of my soul.
The spider swings down to me, as my arms and legs are all tied.
She swings, with legs of only 8.
Yes, it is a spider.
Its a spider who hits me with a belt.
It is a spider who locks my door and says " what a creature I am".
Its monsters who walk by my window tonight and stare at me with content.
Its the lies of an unknown justice, that is said to come.
That little spider of only 8.
Bares her fangs at me.
Injecting me with toxins.
Its a wall of brick, that keeps me here in this prison.
I will show the bird of Death.
I grow legs of 8.
As I climb up a wall with my legs of 8.
And bare my fangs in the Ravens neck.
He screams and yells as he slowly dies.
My hands all red.
But I die as well as I see my foe fall.
For you see the Raven was apart of me as well.
Its a cry from death himself.
As I fall to my knees, with no pulse.
Thos toxins taking its beating on my heart.