The cemetery down the road was where she made her home
She admired all the ravens and the rows of old tombstones
Loving all the decay and adoring all the dead
Resting on cement slabs that sit above their heads

Singing songs to no one, as they echo through the breeze
Skipping through the graveyard underneath the rotting trees
Watching as her shadow separated in the night
Sleeping in the trenches dug out around the outside

Morning comes, she whispers to every forgotten corpse
Intriguing sounds had found her, she was looking for the source
She finds a flock of crows who are giving her a stare
Looking rather angry with their piercing, deadly glare

She tries to run away, but they screech an awful sound
Louder than a train wreck, leaving her ears drowned
She looks up in the air as thick blackness fills the skies
Thousands of crows swarm, slowly pecking out her eyes

Now this is where she'll rest, this is where she dies
This is now the place where her rotting body lies