The Crow

January 20, 2011
A feather falls into an endless abyss
Darkness shrouds thy corpse
It is nothing, people dismiss
Without a somber remorse

Hades’ striking eyes always following you
Try to escape, but come back
None understands what you went through
You’ll always be off-track

Run, just try, small, little one,
You’re mine, to always keep,
As I tear you, flesh and bone,
No one shall for you weep

I am the dark, just know,
I will always be the crow

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