The ghosts in the trees,
They're all staring at me.
I'm out here alone and lost,
Can't they just let me be?

The ghosts in the trees,
They seem to be scared.
I just want to go home,
But I don't know my way there.

A ghost of a raven
shrieked from the tree.
You may hide in a ravine
You may jump in the sea
You can run to the mountain
Pray to the craven
But I will find theeee!

That ghost in the tree,
It knows my name!
Turning, I start to run,
I don't like this game!

That ghost in the tree,
That shrieked my name.
It's starting to follow me,
Does it know I'm in pain?

Raven, Raven
Stark and mad
No safe haven
To be had
Yellow beak
Upon your back
For evermore,
Forever more.

Ghostly raven in that tree,
Why do you wish to torture me?
I'm simply lost, I don't want trouble.
Can't you just go to hell already?!

Ghostly raven in that tree,
I didn't really mean that.
I'm already so afraid,
I can't stand your beak upon my back.

Flee, fly, foe, crumb
My claws in your hair
Till your heart grows numb
-Begone or your'e done

Evil black bird I can see,
With your mocking and taunting.
I see a glowing light ahead
Your ghostly image is fading

Evil black bird I can see,
With your hatred and torture.
The glowing light is within reach,
I'll be gone and you have no future.

*Begone, begone
The night is long
I fear your fear
Unbidden here
Forever more
Forbidden.

Young and alone I was left home
When I heard the creak up stares
Chill bumps ran down my spine
As if it were only a matter of time
Before the killer would pounce.

Slowly reason seeped in
I recalled what my parents had said
The house sometimes settled
And
That tree out beside the house
Would brush up against
Causing creaking noises

Although the feeling was quite real
There was no killer in the attic
Unfortunately
Feelings can not always be trusted...

Death drives a Harley
"What you think he walks"
He rides in style
A horse??
"Please that so sixth century"
Dress sense has improved
Over the years
Many a fashion pioneer
Has his colds hands touched
Favours
For a trip
V
I
P
Upstairs,
You'll never see him coming
Grey hair styled
Suit that is
Blood
*****
Death
Stained proof, there
Aren't many who clean for
The reaper
His payment an exhale
Of life,
Another few moments
Time in this life
You see an old gentleman on a
Harley
Dressed to impress,
As he's here for the most important
Moment in the last *few moment of your life's breath .