A Little Night Music

A Little Night Music

The silent ring of church bells rang out towards the town
The streets deserted of children, the clouds covered in black
Up in the old wide treetops, the raven stood up proud
For he and only he, knew the blackness of the night

He let out his famous caw, and soon the vultures followed
Coming for a feast that one would never suspect

Walking along the street, ol/' man Cecil came along
A paper in his right hand, a cross-held in the other
Whistling a tune his father taught him, long long ago
And to the sky he looked, seeing the raven/'s eyes

The silent ring of church bells ran though out the town
As ol/' man Cecil came along and listened to the caw

Deep within the ravens eyes Cecil found his calling
Sent to him by the devil himself, sheltered by the storm
The whistling tune that his father sang had flown from his mind
As the raven called the vultures out towards the feast

The crickets were all singing, the vultures set the beat
As ol/' man Cecil, looked up to the blackened covered sky

And in the hours of the night, the music set its tone
The silent church bells rang their old and dreary song
As his paper hit the sidewalk, his tune was lost in screams
Of the many nearing vultures coming for their feast

A cross sits in his left hand, and nothing in his other
As the silent ring of church bells rang out towards the town