Congregate

Once the winter fades away And rivers flow again In the beckoning twilight We tread on worn stone Dried roses crunching Beneath our every step Cry We all cry Our tears smearing on our cheeks Why has such tragedy befallen us? A crow speaks Its solemn call echoing through the halls Here we all come to gather In remembrance of a phantom On the way out Five sacred lights Falling from the heavens With just a spark of life