Two Nights Rest

Two Nights Rest
Author: Anonymous

Two nights rest for the crow that flies.
Death it brings across the moonless skies.
Not death of body, nor death of soul.
But death of spirit, hope turned to coal.

Coal so cold and dark, just like his eyes.
Unfeeling, uncaring, not denying his lies.
Hope once warm and safe and bright.
A hope she clung to with all her might.

He used that hope and gained her trust.
Then overnight crushed her to dust.
No rhyme or reason could be found.
Confused and injured, her mind goes 'round.

What had she done? What had she said?
What had made him wish her dead?
She will find out. She won't back down.
She is done playing the clown.

The truth will be told.
Even if it turns out being very cold.

Two nights rest for the crow that flies.
Death it brings across the moonless skies.
Not death of body, nor death of soul.
But death of spirit, hope turned to coal.