What wicked waking day has thou cast upon me?

For fallen forsaken I shall rise and rise again.

Take this turmoil upon yourself for I take you upon my back.

Keep all neurotic speech ever rescinded, for tonight you burn with me.

I stood aside a vast river

I do not know how I have come to be here

The air was dry and the night was dark

No stars were apparent in the sky above

Only the moon gave light to the glistening river before me

A wooden boat stopped aside me sailed by a robed figure

“It is time to cross the river my friend”

He said to me as he held out is hand

“Your work here has come to an end”

“Come with me I’ll take you to the over to the other side
But we must leave now before the tide”

I climbed into the vessel

“Your deeds were bona fide
In you must trust me for I am your guide”

I soon began to realize before me was no man

No mortal man anyway

I began to remember falling ill

I began to remember my friends and family

I began to remember my life

And then I had forgotten

The boatman looked at me with his skeleton face

*“Cast your fears and grief aside for you have already died”

I am sorry, please forgive me
You are my precious weeping willow tree*

I did not mean the words I spoke
If I hear them again,
I would choke

…

Let me mend your tender bark
If only words could fix a broken heart
Let this be the start
Because without you

I’m
                                falling*
          ­                                                     apart

Oh how I miss my precious weeping willow*
Her love soft and sweet like a giant pillow

Please oh please come back to me
My beautiful weeping willow tree

I am all alone along the island shore
In a hut I built from the ground floor
Night time is silent here, that’s for sure
.
But on this night...
.
.
.
Someone’s knocking at my door...

Ten little piggies play in the sun
One of them decided to run
A shot rang out, from the gun
There were nine little piggies
One was done

Nine little piggies stand in a line
One of them began to pine
A shot rang out, killed the swine
There were eight little piggies
Nine was mine

Eight little piggies began to wait
Which one of them was the bait
A shot rang out, one was late
There were seven little piggies
Sealed a fate

Seven little piggies began to whittle
One of them was too brittle
A shot rang out, killed a little
There were six little piggies
Four in heaven

Six little piggies in a tight fix
One of them in the sticks
A shot rang out, many clicks
There were five little piggies
Still alive

Now five little piggies still survive
One of them will soon dive
A shot rang out, no revive
There were four little piggies
On the floor

And four little piggies bathed in gore
One of them called for war
A shot rang out, his spine was tore
There were three little piggies
Obey the law

See three little piggies by the tree
One of them began to plea
A shot rang out, the others flee
There were two little piggies
Hiding from me

Two little piggies soon turn blue
One of them knew kung fu
A shot rang out, he was goo
There was one little piggy
He was done

One little piggie had his fun
That little piggy polished his gun
Now he’s off, on the run
There was one little piggy
With the **gun

Flesh without a soul, or a soul without flesh
Our grim friend how scary can you be

With eyes so deep they are deeper than the sea
In depths so deep only you are the key

Come take me down, down to the hanging tree
Show me how this world was full of glee

Your whole life is in black and white
And you’re so much darker than me

A life without owing softness is free
A death without life was always meant to be

There are no keys to the doors of the past
Time will still run by so very fast

With bones so grey and old they are shine like new
His eyes so brightly black they stare through you

Like a hell within hell, cry’s that will never tell
Pray you will never see

**Our grim friend how scary can you be

The raven on the roof
He sits up there alone and aloof

I wonder what he does with all his time
I'm sure it is better spent than mine

He can fly so very high
He can get right up and pierce the sky

Sometimes he has a friend
I guess we all need someone to depend

It must be fun to be like him
To fly in the sky till it gets dim

For nearly four years I have watched the raven on the roof
Each day can be fun and joyful; my friend the raven is proof