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Raven's Night
Winds a' blowing all around- So dark I cannot see, A figure, hush - don’t make a sound- That reflection can’t be me! The moon is rising to full extent- Heart pounding with poignant glee, A glorious night for this grand event- My victims come to me! Brain is whirling, twirling fast- Timing is such a key, Almost there, heart please do last- A feast awaits for me! Through glowing amber eyes, I spy- Perfect prey to be, I can’t help but give a sigh- Come, little morsels, to me! A raven’s form I’ve taken on- Upon the branch of a barren tree, Watching them play on a graveyard lawn- Soon a drinking spree for me! All together, what a sight- Laughing, not thinking to flee, Tipping headstones on this late autumn night- Never sensing the danger in me! I can taste the blood, can hardly wait- Poor souls, they can’t foresee, Lightning fast, they’ll meet their fate- Upon their necks, I’ll be! Ah-h-h-, quenched my thirst for another year- Til I rise from my coffin free, On All Hallows’ Eve night you should walk in fear- “Cause you, my next victim, might be!”
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