The Gaze of The Owl - Abysmal Grief

The wind is blowing grim

Inside this dismal churchyard

Its frozen breath creeps through the trees

No signs of life around

No funeral rites from years

It seems the world forgot about here

And I’m walking down this path

Among these crumbling stones

So old vestiges of a senseless vanity

The gaze of the owl

But while I observe all this

A hint of something evil

Comes from the darkness thrilling me

A sudden hoot alerts me

From the branch of a decayed tree

I know, now I’ve gone too far

And its curse is over m

The gaze of the owl