Stately crow upon my shoulder,

Never leaving still is setting, as the night grows colder.

Its ebony feathers gleaming,

Though still I believe I'm dreaming.

Coagulated blood on the floor,

And chips mixed with tatters near the door.

Lonely cat within this room,

This room, which brought me to my doom.

This night-shadowed saint stared at me.

And then I new what peace could be.

I only knew peace with her,

With her and no other.

Am I insane, perhaps?

But every human adapts.

Whether by war,

Or by the smooth life of bore.

I will have my revenge.

My love, I will avenge

You and all that was ours.

I will mend all our scars.