Have you heard the story
of a Raven
who flutes a song on midnight eerie..
notes shall bleed horror
of Darkness creepy
as unfolds this story dreary..
A serial killer was he,
girls who quilled witty poetry..
She was the one he was prying
she who’s words
were dark and mystifying..
came the night of the final call
he followed her through the thickets
played along shadows of the full Moon of Fall…
was it him sneaking on her
or was she luring him to his grave..?
Oh to know what befell you better be brave..
On the night dreary
a raven flutes a song,
he turns to shoo it away
and Lo! in a flicker she is gone..
a thin veil of mist
enshrouds the darkness,
a silhouette not so far
sways in the chilly nakedness..
he brings out his dagger
walking softly he moves closer..
a queer wetness he feels on his palm
his dagger he sees bleeding
shrieks the killer and drops it down..
it falls ripping the heart of the rusted soil,
deep into an abyss
which appeared like a serpent coil..
chilly cold winds grip his brow
like a frosted wreath,
yet curious was he to see
what lies beneath the foliage of leaves..
a diabolical tempest
echoes his death note..
Doth he dare look into the abyss?
“a killer fears none”
morbid gales whistle a quote..
spells break free
on a midnight eerie..
ebony feathers swirl in a circle
and she in the centre playing a flute,
a flute made of skulls
with one missing in the end..
she lured him to the grave
to complete her music
but beware this is just the beginning
and not the end…