Raven Chorus

She stands body bowed
Her tears wet the stone
A widow charcoal black
Grief cuts to the bone
Lifts her head, begs release
The raven breaks the peace
The raven calls
Love's kiss soon turns to bile
For love stays but a while
Their eyes burn with hate
Their voices rise - and their hearts break
In battles past and to come
The soon to die are sung
A hymn by the soon to feed
A requiem on the breeze
The raven calls
A tree whose black twisted limbs
Seems weighed-down by all our sins
Makes a fitting seat a throne
As old as standing stones
And the modern world won't mean a thing
When mystery's web starts to spin
When above the city's banal hum
Calls the raven and the drum
The raven calls...