Two Ravens 022

he went walking one night
over the dales
each hill a beacon light

we followed him by air
hidden from sight
sensing muted despair

her grave was wreathed in moss
almost not there
and yet as real as loss

he knew he loved her then
before he was
always forgetting when

memory plagues him
as mind's light fails
we watch his thoughts grow dim
his bed of nails

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