Crows in a Graveyard
Knocking on dead ends door
Searching for the last thing these muted souls can offer
The dismal display of their parade plays out before me as I look on with disdain
This dark wave of beasts these hungry creatures eerily make no sound
They mock the inhabitants as they dance over their beds
Through a glass window am I condemned to watch. Unable to aid the sleeping.
Time to be kept and meetings to be attended bar me from their desperate need
Even now I see the communion of black monsters waiting for death to feed them
I hope you never have to see the Crows in the Graveyard.