The Hearse

​The motion of fate happened and harmed her mind into becoming mad. Where has the time gone? She vowed to now live her life daringly as she rode in the crowded hearse. She looked outside, it was still light and something unseen had touched the center of her being. She caught the eyes of a strange boy, he looked vulgarly simple, possibly an orphan. The boy walked with a cohort, who was a venerable looking old person with inclinations to be violent. 

​As they drove she could hear music in her head of an unknown mournful ballad of the dead. A massive raven, such a unique creature, so simple, never choosing to see past his own beak, roamed the sky. My God, she was not of a young age, time she still had. The young girl had never had any luck in life. The raven yielded an ominous warning. 

A mob of peasants who were strangers to the land and marred by impurities circled the hearse. There was commotion, as white doves burst into the sky with mystical intervention. The mob ran back into the woods as the hearse entered the graveyard. 

Ravens flocked to the hearse gripping it where they could. The hearse stopped, the coffin was removed. The coffin stood above the plot as several ravens pecked away an unintelligible inscription on the tombstone in a language only known to them. Then several hundred ravens appeared and gripped the coffin by its handles and dug in their beaks anywhere they could. They picked up the coffin and flew away, dumping the corpse in the river.