The black raven circles round
sensing death upon the ground

his nature to peck away
peck away at life’s decay 

and far below the raven’s perch
the mourners arrive and fill the church

where a young man’s body, lying in repose,
carries the secret only the raven knows

that the weeping widow draped in black
conceals the pleasure of her attack

her night-shade poison has taken hold
and slain another unwitting soul

the widow’s fortune, again renewed
a third husband has been removed

as the widow weeps, acting the part
the raven swoops and pecks out her heart

the mourners yell and flee the scene
as the raven kills and the widow screams

but the raven knows the circle’s lore
what goes around comes around
and shall not be ignored