SQSchwartz

“So? Shall we eat him?” The Raven asked his compatriots. The second bird said nothing. The third raven spoke, “His dogs still roam the field.”

“Aye,” said the first raven.

“And his hawk still stalks the skies!” piped up the second raven.

 “Aye,” repeated the first raven.

From down the path came a young waif in white, quietly crying. She reached the dead soldier, knelt and kissed his blooded brow.

“Let us fly lads, to find a meal that is not as loved as he.”

The ravens leapt, jet wings stark against grey skies.

 inspired by the english ballad, "The Three Ravens" 
A sketch taken to color, but the texture is way over burned./ I am so out of shape, artisticlly speaking  :/