The Necromancers Lament-Crow

On wings of ebon black, I watch you glide, Forth and back you wander, secrets to confide. Oh, how I ponder what your eyes have seen, Upon the distant winds where you have been.
Little bird, clad in the night, why do you take flight? With your feathers dark as midnight, your presence shines so bright. Long have I listened to your mournful cry, A forlorn croak, like a tearful mourner's sigh.
Like a blot of ink upon a canvas sky so vast, Will you, sweet psychopomp, reveal what's in your grasp? Tell me, who's soon to leave this world behind? With your wisdom, gentle crow, reveal the signs.
Each day, you and your kin adorn that ancient tree, In my garden, where I wish one day to be. You judge not, casting neither glares nor scorn, You sit and wait, through twilight and morn.
My many sins will surely damn me, that I know, Angels will decry, and demons claim me, as they go. But you, my dearest crow, remain steadfast and true, Guiding souls with no prejudice or evil to construe.
I won't deceive you, my last and only friend, For too long, I've sought to break and bend, The laws of life and death, in my desperate quest, But now, dear crow, I seek your guidance in my final rest.
-The last written work of Inaxis "The Skull-Collector" Staermoren, once an infamous necromancer, who passed away of natural causes at the age of ninety-four. This record was documented by the Clergy of Scarcon, the prince of the underworld, in the Holy Records of the Dead in the year 326 of the Age of Shattered Destiny. The location was Degara City in the Broken Isles, and the witnessing was overseen by Sister Seraphina Rictenstien of the monastic order of the Ebon Wing.