silver sickle

Silver sickle on the rise
Cuts open the heavens
And out fly the ravens -
Souls of dead that roam the skies.

Raindrops touch windowpanes
While black wings touch dreams
And ere the night wanes
Vows are sealed with moonbeams.

Silver sickle in descent
Cuts in two what should be one;
Yet some seals can't be undone
And all is as it is meant.