• The smell of death rots the air,
    the raven sits without a care,
    He screams out into the cold night,
    then shadows catch his sharp sight.

    A man's aggression, with his obsession,
    A woman's scream, this was not a peaceful scene.

    The raven moves side to side,
    watching the scene in confide.

    In the sky, a crow did fly,
    waiting and watching,
    from the sky so high.

    The crow landed beside the raven,
    in the place they called haven,
    watching as the violence blended,
    slowly the birds finally descended.

    The woman died alone in the night,
    Raven and crow watching in sight,
    The birds flew in the air,
    Screaming out their world of care.