The Birth of The Dead Man

On the night before Hallow's Eve, I lived.

And on that same night, I died.

My love was taken from me.

Yet I know she is safe in her sleep.

It is not the case for me.

Now, I rise again.

I have no grave.

I have no soul.

I am the maker of ends.

Anew I rise! Clad in black I walk as somber as I dare.

I breathe the soft still sick air.

I am to kill them all.

I am a bounty hunter

I am the shadows.

I am the night.

I have but one friend.

And he shall kill with me.

He is the darkness.

He is The Crow