I walk among the weathered stones,

Contemplating my life alone;

Staring into the vanishing light,

Praying for the courage to face the night;

Fearing the endless days up ahead,

I’m stuck here alone, no friends but the dead,

Trapped in this place, never to be freed;

I was deserted by all in my hour of need;

I look around but no one is there,

Filling my lonely heart with despair;

The soulless blackbirds fly overhead,

“Raven” they whisper, my name brings me dread;

I’m stuck here alone with naught but my fear,

The path to my future remaining unclear;

I cling to the memory of my fading past;

Hoping that I can find peace at last.