Into the Sunrise

September 30, 2008
A raven in the black of night,
An omen of this twilight
In the air hangs a tarnished sent
The graveyard is so placid this night
One sorrowful soul mourns his beloved dead
The burial ground seems so quaint to him
Even in his forlorn state, he is still at peace,
For he knows in the end they will meet again
So in his darkest hours there is always light,
Always hope in his broken heart
He stays with his dearest departed for hours
In the east the sun creeps over the trees
The first rays of light shine in his eyes
As he walks into the new day

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