now this raven is laying lonely.
that one thing he wants only.
isn't there for him tonight.
so close to tell, but far to ask.
'thy had no dare for that one ask'.
'thy are now failen in thy own task'.
the raven is thinking, wondering now.
where did i go wrong? i did not saw.
where is the dare to tell this tale?
where was the dare to tel my tale?
with thoughts and memories, closing my mind.
i try to sleep and try to find.
the answers, for my thoughtly mind.
there was one word i tryed to look.
one bait up on my hook.
it was the whispered word of the name, Anouk.