A thousand sightless eyes stare out from every pane
A death from everything natural,
though life will surely remain
A raindrop slowly falls
to the ground from heavens afar
A hollow upon the sky
Emptiness, sorrow, a scar
The fate those have lain
upon this dreadful site
will surely come back to haunt us
on some cold and lonely night
So remember weary traveller,
bow not your head in regret,
as you pass this empty void:
it hasn't begun yet,…
