At the mornings call did the ravens tongue fall. No pity nor sorrow from its claws did love borrow. Endless rows of marble all but covered the lie. Stakes and timbers wallowed their way into the shallow ground. Mockers gathered around. On display for the raven to see, the river did flow. Empty veins brought forth little, but much was taken. Coward they mocked. Share thy pain and let it go. Ferocious growl of pride devoured with no one at its side. Stop the cries went out! No more, were the pleas. Within the grasp not a hand reached. Not even one. One knee to the ground heavens home in sight. Withering flowers growing on the parched earth. A silent prayer split the screams. Downward came heavens beams. Silence upon the raven fell, no longer forced to live in total hell. Peace so slow to come but eternity shall it spend. Tonight tonight love did cry nothing left but a gentle sigh.