“ The Crow ” ~ that was ~

I am the crow

That was before,

Now made to go

For a last chore,

To find the place

Where I’m to lie,

As will old crows

When time to die,

The while remember

I am the crow,

Who with its caw

Be crow you saw,

Meant let you know

Hunger weren’t lore

Nor presence to ignore,

Tho now be just a crow

That is alas no more!

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“ I Am The Crow ” ~ in a grave dark world ~

 

I am the crow

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as night,

Forced to soar

In a dying light,

On weary wings

And failing sight,

Yet made suffer

Endless flights,

Looking for path

To freedom I seek,

While agony looms

In this wasting meek,

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light,

That shows the way

To end this journey 

In the dead of night!

 

 

“ The Crow ” ~ in endless flight ~

 

I am the crow,

In a grave

Dark world,

A soul in plight

Black as the night,

Forced to live

An endless flight,

Looking for a path

To the freedom I seek,

As anxiety nears

This wizened meek,

Who’ll suffer hell

Or fly with the devil

For a ray of light

That shows way clear,

To end one’s journeys

In the dead of night!