The funeral

The son was sad

The daughter went mad

The mom cried, breathed in deeply and fell on the ground

The raven wearing its black elegant suit

Was standing, staring at every moment of that morning

While someone else was moaning

The son still cries

The daughter became angry

The mom was still lying on the grass beside the grave

The raven in a black feather coat

Was standing, staring at everyone

Wearing those pathetic black clothes

The son still cries

The daughter was turning into insanity

The mom was taken away

The raven wearing a perfect black crush hat

Was standing, staring at all those fools

And watching the gravedigger disappear beyond the hills

The son had stopped his cry

The daughter was finally hysterical

The mom was declared really dead

The raven rose from the tree, above the grave

Took a brief flight over everyone at that funeral

And landed on an old rotten log

The mom was really gone

The daughter finally got crazy

The son, the son… yes,

He said to the raven:

‘Let’s go my friend,

Who didn’t notice you

Doesn’t understand life

Doesn’t understand that we’re like grass

Waiting for a reaper,

The Grim Reaper that owns you’

The raven took another brief flight

Till the shoulder of the son

Meanwhile the coffin was buried

And the grave was sealed,

The mom was taken to a morgue

And the daughter sent to Arkham.

Probably now she’s having some fun with Joker.

And don't ask about who was dad...

It doesn't matter : now he's buried and...

He's The dead!