The old and ruined church, with peeling bell and calling knell, waits beside the graveyard. The dead do not listen. They say it is no more than wind which activates the bell. The first animal to leave the ark was a crow. Something must consume the dead before new life begins.
The world was dead, the crow was fed, the world began anew.
The raven went, the dove was sent, for peace was then in view.
The ark is old and rather worn; it’s covered all in weeds. The old ark, lost in the vale, knows that graves are seeds.
Tale Told 