Doubt has torn
the inside out
and fear has shorn
the lingering shroud

All is as bleak
as the raven's call
Dare one speak
Light may fall

Dare one whisper
of dreams not spared
Where some who dared
Have left some are dead

Yet burn the pile
the pyre of pity
and breathe the ash
A taste quite gritty

Here we brave
or foolish who bled
shall drink the tears
out of our heads

(April 6th, 2018)