A strange note rests whither a corpse lay
In a pool of blood, dark and red.
A murky light hung in its eyes of bygone and lost gray.

None knew this man who hath been dead
Or murdered by some foul play.
Morning was nigh but the gloomy clouds kept it at bay.

Silent message of dread was spread on that winter day
Of a note he wrote ‘fore he was dead.
And as the darkness returned, his corpse began to decay.

“I saw Him cloaked in death and terror riding on his stead –
Such a specter of grief and dismay.”
The faces froze that read this note as darkness impaled the day.

Whether light shown they knew not, near or far away
But they believed in what the dead said,
“His eyes spoke, His ears sung, His smile wore what death portrays.”

Silent message of dread was spread on that day, is said
Of a note he wrote in grief and dismay.
And light never returned there, the life bygone was lost in gray.