The Call of Raven's Lost Lover

I cannot believe it. It cannot be! His voice is emanating from this cemetery. My lost lover is beckoning me. “Raven” is the call I hear quite clearly. What I hear and see cannot be reality. Louder and louder I hear this sound. His voice is coming from under the ground. Do I move closer? Do I dare? I tread through this dark early morning air. I can remember the last time when we kissed. Oh my gone lover, you I have sorely missed. Oh, how eerily rises this morning mist. He left exactly one year ago today. In this cemetery his body will stay. A swarm of ravens circles me this morning. Should I take their shrill cries as a warning? Are they saying my time to go is now due? My lover is calling me. What should I do? For “Among The Dead” contest held by A Rambling Poet By Robert Pettit