by Dragon Poet
A funeral song inspired by "Even the ravens mourn over you" by Peter Ostroushko.
Your body there lies cold and pale.
The winds have ceased to moan and wail.
And then a sound heard from on high.
The Raven’s host has gathered nigh.
They gather round-the raised stone mound.
And from the mob, there comes a sound;
A single word they cry, they speak; a single cry from mouth, from beak.
They’re mourning for, what she once gave;
They’re mourning her; the fair queen Maeve