LIFE...

   Life is not to be taken for granted,

Those who do become enchanted,

By the evil witches' cursed hand,

Bewitched across all the land.

No one knows the crows' past life,

Which is filled with mortal strife,

With Decay and ruin on every path,

Thou shall face its' horrific wrath.

Those who enter this enclosed crypt,

Will never again see the passing ships,

Asail on the clear blue sea,

To wisk away you and me.

Fields of dead, black rose,

Will bite off at the curious' nose,

Pulling them into endless sleep,

Far, far, into the black deep,

For which you will never again awake awake,

To see everyone you love agape,

           At the sight of your bleeding heart...