Ominous ravens in the idle sky
Parade in circles for the night to come:
I can hear their fainting, atrocious cry
And I know their message is burdensome.

The shadowman too is hesitating,
As he considers the perfect moment
To light up the stars, ever-sinking
In the universe’s dank blue cement.

Anyway; on the guitar he’ll have drawn
He shall play the sacred music again,
For the glory of night foreshadows Dawn
Who washes away Dusk’s heart-cooling stain.