In this twisted existence we have sorrow
In our fragile flesh we'll turn to shadows
But life is available to all who'll partake
As the future is more than just tomorrow
Even though there is pain and the throes
Life can be fulfilled, and we might create
All the while we exist, watched by ravens
Who see it all, even if we are forsaken
“Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me,
as my Hopes have flown before.”
Edgar Allan Poe
