Oh rounded feet, which way shall thy lead the heart tonight. Shall it be the coldest of colds that brings forth a river of red. Shall it be the warmth of swaddling arms that nurture the soul. In thine ears the raven brings forth the darkest answers and final peace.  Freeing the soul from the broken glass that pierces the bottom of the feet. The darkness brings forth a gentle breeze from flying soil, ending thy pain with a long nights sleep.  Yet the arms reach out, pulling back the *****. A tiny glimmer of light teases the heart and cracks the eye. Thy strong beast doest deliver a mighty blow. From heavens window, and upon a strong shoulder the wounded heart swooshes away. Even for a moment the love prevails and postpones the suns final farewell. The end of the day ticks closer, yet its further away. Oh my friend shall i stay?