What is this dark dream that is cast in gloom?
What ominous, baneful face floats in air,
Carrying grim, a foreboding of doom?
See the dire eyes how they glow red and stare.
Through some black menacing cloak that’s shrouded,
Sinister skull of the grim reaper dead,
By white mist the whole landscape is clouded.
Nightmarish fantasies lying in bed,
What is the black creature that comes haunting
In its dismal attitude to scare me?
There’s a faceless voice that begs me, taunting,
From somewhere out there where I cannot see.
There is a raven sitting on a post
With one black feather floating like a ghost.