The Crow Perched on my Lovers Grave

As I stare at it 
I wonder if he is really there 
I am convinced 
So I ask 
\Why is the crow perched on the grave? 
\He stares at me with his cold black eyes 
As I wait for my answer 
Yet he remains still 
On the grave of all that is won and lost 
\Why is the crow perched on the grave? 
\Then my wish is made 
My promise kept 
Yet his wing unmoved 
For his work is done 
And he remains motionless 
\I know now why the crow is perched on the grave 
Sitting in silence 
And waiting