Again its in darkness I stand
And in my grief I do sorrow
Just as the beady eyed crow
Awaits the feast of tomorrow
And for all selfish intent
Does he dispel his search
For the helpless morsel
Beneath his hungry perch
Bound to a panoramic view
Of intense satisfaction
He won't waste a chance
On a senseless distraction
For by night's end
When daylight breaks in
So shall the fulfilment
Of his planned vision begin
He shall open my skull
To take part in my brains
Though in vain is this
Attempt to my wisdom end
Then on to my lonely heart
He makes haste to devour
Since assured is made he
It shall rot by the hour
Like the ending of my life
The sip of my blood shall be
And bitter is the taste
As my sins are set free
My dying soul
Sees fit to demand
That by the grace of God
And at mercy's hand
I shall again see the light
Though in darkness I stand...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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