Raven

I am tired
So very tired
But of what
I do not know.
Still, I see the waters
Grow brackish
And the sun settles
Behind shadows.
I feel the chill world
Move slower and slower
On its cosmic gears.

I hear crying
Somewhere far off
But coming nearer.
I think she may be a grieved lover
Or the beansidhe
The fairy woman
Who cries when no one else will.

When my touch fails to spark
Will you cry
Or let the sun set?
Who am I to make you choose?

When we walk these cold, cold streets
When the ghosts scream around us
Are you afraid my soul will blow away
And join the ghouls about us already?

Will you dream of me when I'm gone
Or will nightmares ride your mind
On mahogany raven's wings?

If I entreat entry
At your chamber door
Will you let me in?
Or will you let
The warm tears flow over me?
It'll shrink my cloths
So the biting wind
May bite a bit deeper

The music doesn't sound anymore
You think I never listened
But I heard the lilting lullabies
I remember the angst-rock
The singer screaming futilely at fate
And loss.

Remorse doesn't tangle this place
What sense could I have of it?
Am I supposed to be sad
Over something that's bound to happen anyway?

Escapism is the key
It always has been.

Are we still chasing rainbows?
Or is it all gray again?

Will my ashen skin fail
When the blood flows again?
Does ash dissolve in blood?

Can you see what your sweet misery
Has done to me?
Can you feel my body draw
The heat from the room?
I can't feel it anymore
I did when it started
But it's made me numb now.

Whose life is this anyway?
Is it really my sun that's gone?
Or is the world of someone else
Ending?

Touch me if you do not fear the chill
But know
I cannot hear your voice
All I hear is sobbing
Far off
But getting closer
Touch me
But don't block my sight.
In the fading light
I want to see her
The beansidhe
The one who cries for me.
She brings a raven
To block the remaining rays.
She'll raise me from this cold place
And I will go with the ghosts

I will have my fairy woman
And we will play in fields of ebony
Beneath skies of purest white
Here the raven's will never fly
And the sun will never set
And my fairy woman will sit
Content and smiling
And will no longer have to cry.