A woman
Her hair a red stream of tears
She leaves this field
Of battles lost and never fought
But her gaze sweeps back
Hope and pain in her eyes
Searching
And still finding nothing
To hold on
Right above her head
A black raven
Who
In steady slow beats
Of his tattered weary wings
Cries loss and despair
To the yellow-grey skies
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