A Funeral Procession on the Milky Way

Death sailed these waters black
Ahead the sombre troops of creeping doom
With plagues poised to attack
And trailing fetid, morbid stench of tombs

Dark omens in the fog
A cuckoo's voice cut violently short
The scythe of vengeance struck
Deep sleep engulfed the land forevermore

A lonesome bird remained
Its wings all worn and cruelly broken bones
Afloat, with silenced heart
And songs unsung, eternally unknown

Tomorrow's snow will hide
And endless night embed your brief remains
One day new light may well
Ignite the night with mysteries arcane