Late one night, long from dawn’s soft light,

Stirred a little girl filled with dreadful fright.

A noise, she thought, from beyond her closed door,

Creeping and lurking over the squeaky wooden floor.

What could it be, awake at this dark, dark hour,

Something fearful making the girl’s stomach sour.

With bravado at hand and a sudden leap from the bed,

Little girl found herself getting in over her head.

Silence greeted child beyond the closed door,

But this only made her dread further once more.

Where was the sound of parents in deep slumber,

Her father usually sounding that of sawing lumber?

Tiny child’s feet drew across the great hall,

Something slick nearly giving cause to her fall.

There in the faint moonlight glimmered a streak,

Blood spilled about, making little girl go weak.

To her now soiled feet little girl did climb,

Drawn on by the clock’s midnight tolling chime.

Past the blood hall and her parents door cracked,

There she found the beast performing its act.

An act of dance to the little girl’s surprise,

Monsterous raven performing, waltzing to those wise.

While afraid she was her feet continued forward,

Seeming entranced by the black-hearted bird.

‘Come to me, my daughter,’ the raven did cry,

As it danced about with ebony wings lifted high.

Little girl then joined the beast in strange dance,

Ne’er to see her slain parents in pbuming glance.

As morning light drew upon this rather bleak scene,

The truth of the night was exposed to be seen.

Once home now tomb for those parents laying dead,

While little girl had vanished from beside their bed.

Taken flight had she, with black raven at her side,

Stolen away from this world by the dark bird’s pride.

Beware one should if they dare wander about night,

For they may find themself too lost from day’s light.

Cryspace is too quiet. Too many of us emos taking the plunge Log in to see images! instead of sticking around to bleed out some more.

Someone has to shed some tears around here.