Eyes of Murder

The Carrion-beast haunts me in my sleep,
Its word, echoed in eyes of pitch, is the sound of a thousand hungry crows.
Feeding.
On my flesh.
Feeding on my flesh.
But I am not dead,
Nor am I dying.
This is my rebirth.
Soon my voice shall be added to the murderous screech of those consuming, abyssal, eyes.

The above is a little something I have put together over the last few days as a result of a dream I had in the early hours of Monday morning, between midnight and me waking up. Of this dreaming, one image has stuck in my head and even now is refusing to budge.

I received a 'visit' from a beast.
Although all I saw was its misshapen skull and hollow eyes, I knew (through dream logic) it was that which myth and legend describe as a dragon.
Its name (and purpose - again, dream logic) was Death, but I cannot recall any feeling of fear.
It spoke to me in words beyond my ken, but which resonated meaning (which, sadly, is now lost to me) through my mind. Although it spoke, it had no voice, but its words were echoed through its eyes.
As I said above, the eyes were hollow, like those of a skull, but as it spoke, the eyes became full of the forms of thousands upon thousands of crows/ravens, each lending its voice to the words spoken by this beast, and each voice screaming out in torment/pain/anger/hatred.

There was more to this dream, I am sure, but sadly, it is beyond my recall, that I can still remember enough to describe the image above amazes me, and that is why I felt it worth sharing.