Where Raven's Land
The eerie glow of fogged in lights
As ravens made an unwelcomed landing,
Which failed to leave us in good standing.
"Oh, why and how?" my fear still asks,
While hiding behind a reluctant mask.
What did happen in those dark days
When hoards of ravens flew their way?
Is everything still OK?
Where's the good that can't be gone?
And where is that old hopeful song?
Oh, Dear God, too much feels wrong!