• Its black wings blend into the night
    This bird threatens to kill
    Its talloons sharp and unsheathed
    Its prey is an old woman
    She limps her way down an old dirt road
    With a shrill cry, it swoops down and attacks
    All that can be heard is the old woman and the blood hit the ground
    Plit-Plat goes the read crimson
    The raven has killed.