Why Ravens Weep
The storm raged, the streets where soaked
A man was running, his fear thoroughly cloaked
He ran so fast from long-ago and past lies
He ran so fast, didn't feel the heavenly cries
His brow wrinkled at the thought of bending
As if the act in it itself was his life's ending
As if he would rather die than submit to this crime
As if death didn't mean anything to him in his prime
As he saw it catching up to him, breathing in his ear
As he heard all the petrifying groans there is to hear
His step grew slow, and suddenly he stood entirely still
As if knowing that this was beyond him, beyond his will
The cry that belched from his throat, made ravens weep
And as he fell into the pond of shadows, he fell so deep
The tears of birds did not touch him now, nor did the storm
In the place he was, here existed neither cold nor warmth
The air stood still and he touched it, it was stone
And from underneath his palm something golden shone
And as he saw his long forgotten ability to feel
Tears wet his skin as he realised what was real
He cried for the wasted part of his life
And crippling thoughts turned the knife
And as he fell into that endless sleep
He suddenly knew why ravens weep
