The raven stalks a sleepless night
As
silent darkness blankets all
The
landscape of a troubled world
And
destiny prepares to call.
Truth
comes hard to those who wait
And
wonder far beyond the day.
The
silence catches unaware
And
leaves a bitter bill to pay.
The
only solace is a trusting
That
the end brings yet a new
Beginning
of a better making
Freshly
born of morning dew.
Still
the heart cries out in anguish,
Passions
rising from the deep.
Prayers
of longing and remembrance…
Lovers
mourn as
Angels
weep.
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