Deyanh shel Hezab

When the Sun has sunk
below the sea
and the river seem
to run silent,
and the birds have
stopped their sweet singing.

Now alone, the wolf

cries to the moon,

looking in despair,

to find his way out.

Such grief has he found,

in the night's silence,

and the sky's lack of color.

He dedicates his last words

to the fair beauty,
who has always been

just beyond reach

over his cliff.

A guarding spirit,

he has always thought.

Wise as she is beautiful,

a soul older than life itself,

she speaks

to teach,

to comfort,

and to guard the soul

she has looked after his entire life.

"Observe silence, distraught one
and listen to lovers
whisper late at night.
Hear their sweet nothings
and promises made

that are yet to be broken.

Hear their hope,

and be unafraid.

Your time shall come.

Alone, you are not,

in feeling such sadness.

Listen closer and you shall hear
the grievance

in the voices of only too many.

As they lie awake -

like you,

with their heads pressed against

tear stained pillows,

and falling asleep whilst

wishing for death.

Like the mother,

who has just buried her child,

or the betrayed maiden

who feels she has lost

her heart forever.

Like you, they struggle

to forget and fall asleep

tonight.

Listen to their crying,

and feel comfort in their pain,

for you are not alone in suffering.

Their is a life after loss.

Do not say

your last words to me

not yet, young one,

not tonight.

Keep your faith.

Your time shall come"