The young man hears a faint tapping
Looking up he said, “Who is that at my door rapping?”
It transferred over to a little knock
That he wanted to ignore because he was tired as a rock
Unmovable, he listened to the thing outside
Loud and anxious it was, so he just stayed abide
Plugged in his headphones to drown it out
But then it turned into an outrageous shout
“Why is this pest annoying me at such time!?” he said
“Can’t it see that I’m trying to dream in my head?!”
Nothing had stopped, as the shout became a bark
This was it, he’s had enough, he will go outside and send it back to the dark
Opening the door, ready to shout
Was surprised, when there was nothing about
The only thing about, was the breeze and dark that lifted up the dead
The sad thing is.. he heard all of it in his head
Itarow Krähe 