You waited, shivering in the cold, hard rain,

The dark tendrils of your hair whipped across your cheeks

Stinging your eyes in a sharp rebuke of ravens' wings

Oh foolish you!  You who with your heart believed

In painted words and flowers made of ribbons

Enter now your night, where ravens climb the lofty towers

Seeking justice as their prey

Behold the sacred hour where first you saw the apparition of your heart

You believed it then, though it bore no substance

Nor resemblance to anything you had ever seen

Oh foolish you! your heart so easily deceived

By starlit nights and earthquakes of desire

Veiled no more by reason, the ravens gather round truth's carcass

Tearing beauty from its eyes

And silently you wished for death,

Eternal solitude from pain,

Seeking one sweet moment, then ..........

You waited, shivering in the cold, hard rain

The sad remnants of your soul caressed your feet,

Holding you fast, 'til you saw his face no more