The sepulcher’s fare

The hours gone by,

The ewers passed…

Each fleeting crow

Brings me closer,

Throws me deeper.

The grave digger prevails,

For no dark veils

Shall go unturned.

For no deep shadows

Shall stay at peace.

My hour is near,

Sing me, my love.

Hold these frail bones,

Before time surges me further,

Before I forget

The cove of your arms.