As I walk the darkened wood at night,
With nervous fists clenched so tight,
Piercing caws of murderous crows
Icy, howling wind that blows,
Simple noises that I hear,
Fill my mind with fright and fear,
Through the brush I twist and twine,
Blackened sky and stars divine,
Footed path shown no light,
As I walk the darkened wood at night.