Murder Of Crows

South of a magical land far far away

Travel a little further still, to where the skies turn Grey

Where no birds sing, where no flowers bloom

Where the air is thick with the stench of doom

Then reach the wood where men fear to tread

It's very name fills their hearts with dread

The DARE-NOT-GO wood

On the edge of the dare-not-go wood,

where no one dare goes

Lies the gloomy little village named murder of crows

Most of the townsfolk kept themselves to themselves

But all know of the tale that no one dare tells

A stranger on horseback arrived one day in town

He called for the townsfolk to all gather round

He claimed he had learnt of the tale that no one dare tell

And when he first learned of the tale it had shocked him as well

"If no one dare tell it then how does he know?"

"Your not welcome here stranger turn your horse around and just

go!"

The townsfolk were angry

Who'd spoke to this man, and told him the tale that no one else can?

And what if he'd also told?

Just who else was to know?

"Quickly pull down the stranger we can't let him go!"

The stranger struggled to get free and cried out for help

The crowd beat him down from off his horse until his cries were a yelp

They murdered the stranger on the spot where he fell

But no one talks of that stranger because no one dare tell.

A body now lies in the darenotgo wood

Of the stranger who had stuck his nose where nobody should

He had talked of the tale that no one dare tell

The dark village secret it had hidden so well