The woebegone raven, wings blackened by sorrow
Whispering to the souls of the fallen
Debaucherous death dragging the lost into her greedy open maw.
Swooping across the battlefield, our lives.
The massacred bodies besieged in lugubriousness.
The raven lowers a weary head
Lamenting by the pyre
Smell the rain
Sweetened with inaudible tears
Take it to your lungs
A song to sing your children
Never forget.
