Lurking in the dark
Listening to the song of early lark
Scary vision void of light
Can he **** the vision, he might
Coldness in the rainy breeze
Wish everything could be cleansed with water
Every rainy breeze is first warmer
And these **** spectrum lines of Balmer
With no light to be felt
No tide from the Mediterranean belt
With no stone to pelt
The Raven in his best sits
Watches him turning into oblivion
In a flash