The Crow

On a chilly Autumn’s night With the fire burning bright Two lovers are lost from sight And a crow takes its flight. One year later The crow returns While in the distance The fires still burn. The crow brings back A man from the dead His heart filled with sadness And his eyes seeing red. The man paints his face White with a creepy black smile There in the place That made life worthwhile. He sets out to kill The gang that came On that dark autumn night Those who murdered his name First comes the man Who played with his knives Used as a message That everyone dies Second is he Who liked to have fun And was killed with his needles Instead of a gun Third is a man Who played with fire And had finally caught Top’s attention That things were looking dire Fourth is a weasel Claiming victim in this brawl The dead man replies, “Victims, Aren't we all?” Last is the one Who sent them that night To burn down the building Who had no reason for fright The battle took place Around where Top stood And the dead man did All that he could Finally Top fell The dead man’s soul was at peace All was again well His nightmare would cease He stumbles to the grave Where he was laid to rest And sees his lover standing In her white wedding dress.