The blackbird

Among the rows of grey stone
Another man finds his home
His body rests and memory lives
But in time, that too soon will fade

"Give up," the blackbird had sadly called
"There's no justice for love after all,"
Spreading his wings, it flew away
Spreading forth misery in its own way

Each life it visits soon ends
His message of death not pretend
When the blackbird calls forth your name
You become a pawn in his game
Unfortunately his mercy is dry
And now you, too, must die