Once a many ravens
Perched on picnic walls
Encroaching so daringly
Staring back and forth

Babes in arms were cradled
Toddlers stopped from harm
Backed away hauntingly
Edge from warm spring calm

Escape to caves below
Calcified remains.
Hundred years a column
Ancestors' way laid

Cacophany of cries
Heard across the skies
Sharp eye of witnesses
Those who bled and died

~Inspired by The Nightingale Film (2018)