Black crows weep at the maidens feet

Skys turn black for the lack of that

Blue was in but today it’s lacking

Gone so deep we can hear them hacking

But the entrance is closed for we and those

Who can hear the voice of the truth betrothed

Tis us we know but can dare admit

That we really do know down deep…it.

Inspired by one of my long-time interenet friends, Misia.