Eerie voices flowed as the
midnight bell tower tolled, here i
stand alone in a Graveyard of old,
feeling bleek and dreary as my end grew
closer to and near me, nearby lay a hill
where once sat a old mill, but now
stands a large tree withered and dry,
looking amongst the Tombs where of which i will
soon lie, my future Demise lies right
before my eyes and as i looked to the
sky there flew a murder of crows so dark
they stood out amongst tge Night sky
which was as simple as a painted lie,
then did the dirt now cover my eyes and
here i will lie a corpse for eternity,
Goodbye.