It's a slow, cruel death
on a dark moonless night.
It's a black-eyed raven,
whose dark feathers gleam bright.

It's a sadness that is
oh so big and deep and wide.
It's a poor blind man,
on a journey with no guide.

It's a heavy, darkened mind
with intentions far from good.
It's an evil, ugly face
shadowed by a hood.