The Raven and the Backward Funeral - Skepticism

I turned around

The path was gone

Took a step back

Fell on my face

Fully covered

Up by the woods

On a carpet

Of thick moss

The sun

Filling half

Of the horizon

Rays drew warmth

From my skin

I turned towards

My right arm

A shadow cast a raven

On the top

Of a pine

Inhaling

A monotonous song

Down a rasp throat

As it landed away

Black flowers

Withering in bloom

Facing each other

With nothing to say

Growing down

To the depths

Of ground

I laid back

On a slow wave

Calm, stormy sea

A crew

Rowing a coffin across

The shores were gone

Waves forgotten

A rain

Like nails

Glittering in the sunlight

Fell on an iron armada

Of grey clouds

On the sky

I sunk

Thick water

Filling my lungs

With pleasure

Sinking deeper

I was awaken

Fell up on my feet

Numb fingers

Turning around

The path before me

Led somewhere