Weren't You The First Bird Noah, Sent Out From The Ark?

Oh, raven art thou a loathsome trickster And art thou a stealer of souls. Why did you curse my eyes you transformer… Do you bring me bad tidings and dark creoles? Or contra to all these many disputed unknowns Do you represent a message from the divine? 'Weren't you the first bird Noah, sent out from the ark? ' Hark! Hark! Hark! When death comes, as come it must… Like an anchor chain gathers rust, let me go... It's now because of you; I have learnt how to deal with death. Raven didn't you show Adam and Eve how to bury a body, Whatever is your omen, good or bad? I'll tend to my soul, and be bitterly glad.