And Ravens Cried

And Ravens Cried

A cold wind blows when genius dies

Felt’s the vacuum left by loss

As Ayn intoned, we live on Atlas’ shoulders

But time too shrugs, and we fall onto the boulders

We’re inspired by heroes but, cynicism attacks

The miserable folks with dead souls

They never see light, nearsighted their sight

A small universe of navel gazing blight

Vulnerable are the heroes, for they lead

Humanity’s wracked by fear and greed

Sublime human nature’s also our creed

But our neighborhood’s a place that loves to bleed

Alas, we mourn too often come the dawn

One bright December night brought death to Metal’s door

Dimebag Darrell was taken by a dead soul

Reality became a murderous ghoul