Lonely one is standing
In barren land
Where the silence
Of the ravens
Strikes harder
Than the loudest
Of all screams
At the night times
It witnesses
The staring spirits
As they left
The burn-out shrines
But do not find
Anything to ignite
A new flame of life
Astray in the dark
They will only stand
In front
Of it's rigid arms
It's entrails
Under leafless branches
Are ever since
The last resting place
For the souls
That have reached
The end