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.