| The Raven and the Backward Funeral |
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| I turned around |
| The path was gone |
| Took a step back |
| Fell on my face |
| Fully covered |
| Up by the woods |
| On a carpet |
| Of thick moss |
| The sun |
| Filling half |
| Of the horizon |
| Rays drew warmth |
| From my skin |
| I turned towards |
| My right arm |
| A shadow cast a raven |
| On the top |
| Of a pine |
| Inhaling |
| A monotonous song |
| Down a rasp throat |
| As it landed away |
| Black flowers |
| Withering in bloom |
| Facing each other |
| With nothing to say |
| Growing down |
| To the depths |
| Of ground |
| I laid back |
| On a slow wave |
| Calm, stormy sea |
| A crew |
| Rowing a coffin across |
| The shores were gone |
| Waves forgotten |
| A rain |
| Like nails |
| Glittering in the sunlight |
| Fell on an iron armada |
| Of grey clouds |
| On the sky |
| I sunk |
| Thick water |
| Filling my lungs |
| With pleasure |
| Sinking deeper |
| I was awaken |
| Fell up on my feet |
| Numb fingers |
| Turning around |
| The path before me |
| Led somewhere |
