In a world of broken dreams and shattered hope, A raven sits amidst the ruin and the slope Of mud and dirt that marks a place long lost To time, to life, to all that once it cost.

Behind it loom the remnants of a past That now lies in decay, a story cast In broken bricks and shattered wood, a tale Of loss and longing, sadness without fail.

The raven watches with a solemn eye The world that's now become a place to die, A mournful sight where once there was a spark Of life and love, now lost within the dark.

So let us look upon this scene, so still, And feel the sense of sorrow that can chill Our very souls, a reminder of the cost Of time and life, and what we may have lost.