When the ravens gather
At the blood moon sky,
Moving up in a lather,
Ready to say goodbye,

I wander by the streets
Which the mists hug
Listening to their tweets,
Disguised by the fog.

My shadow’s hiding swiftly.
My mind is stiff as gold.
My heart is feeling filthy.
There’s no one else to hold.

For my path lost the counting,
Pavement is no more.
Aware of my surrounding,
I let my tears fall.

A single lamp's still flickering
Early arrived for death.
My pulse's no longer quickening
And all I hear's my breath.

Foul birds begin their mocking
Faring me from their world
With an ungrateful flocking
Like spears that'd been hurled.

Such fate is god forgiven
But also god entrusted.
The life that I was given,
The people I mistrusted.