Where are they now
those Ravens of Wilmslow
Who turned the world upside down
refusing to live by artificial light.

Their flesh bitterly primed
On the damp dark Cheshire plains.
Red flags drawn across their eyes
Blood sputtering with disdain.

A moment of war

We showed the world what can be done
and how to fly through the sky
When the thin December gleam is
is driven out by those who stay silent
when the snow falls.

Now my heart beats faster at the
suffocating silence that is all around
me.