Alas raven, my heart’s darling,
Whither thou taketh flight;
Far from my love’s bindings,
Into the crystalline night.
All my life I’ve been searching
For light in places of darkness deep,
And there, at once, I sacrificed
That which I wished to be.
Clasping thru the ashen forests,
Peeking thru every bush;
I wandered swamps of madness
Where the Sun fret to thread.
And then comst thou, dearest raven,
Thru the milky veil of dying fog;
I saw thy black-clad cloak,
Beautifully gallant, as my own.
Thus, whiteness gave way to darkness;
The fog dissolved in the sea of tar;
I lay silent midst strewn lilacs,
The world in my hand.