I come to you, say hear

What words do you desire

That my service is now completed, perfected and left undone

All I hear is quiet

Except for the sounds of the crows that gather ’round me

Lastly, perhaps, how I wish they could say

What you keep secret in hand

Daily, as my world is flayed

I have little strength left now

So what do I have left to give?

Or is that when my wish shall be granted

When I find the courage, to die, as I have lived