the sky looks how my heart feels, a rainy malaise darkening the dreary day

no hint of sunshine, all light hidden away, a sepulchre cloth draped over the land

candle lights sways in the morbidity of mourning, casting dancing ghouls

i hear the ravens over head, skulking in the trees, watching for weakness to feast

transient spectres dart about in this shaded landscape, whispering words of woe

abandonment carries faintly on the breeze, the chill touch of ever lasting sorrow