Crow's Calling

February 12, 2012
By Bauer182 BRONZE, Naperville, Illinois
Bauer182 BRONZE, Naperville, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 1 comment

The crow, the crow,















Calling me, back to the tree.













The crow, the crow,





Calling me, back to the tree,



Reminding me of the past.













The crow, the crow,





Calling me, back to the tree,



Reminding me of the past,



That was forgotten long ago,


Lost in the blackness of my soul.


The crow, the crow,




Calling me, back to the tree,


Reminding me of the past,


That was forgotten long ago,


Lost in the blackness of my soul,
Enveloping me like the darkness,



The evil that haunts me.




The crow, the crow
Calling me, back to the tree,
Reminding me of the past,
That was forgotten long ago,
Lost in the blackness of my soul,
Enveloping me like the darkness,
The evil that haunts me,
The vengeance that awaits those who wronged me.


The crow, the crow,
Calling me, back to the tree,
Reminding me of the past,
That was forgotten long ago,
Lost in the blackness of my soul,
Enveloping me like the darkness,
The evil that haunts me,
The vengeance that awaits those who wronged me,
To avenge the father I never had,
The brother I had forgotten,
The sister I never knew,
The family they took away.

The crow, the crow,
Calling me back to the tree,
Blood on my hands,
The deed done,
Clattering of hooves on the street,
Stumbling around in the dark,
Smashing out the back door,
Swirling snow biting at my face,
Running, running,
Legs freezing in the snow.

The crow, the crow,
Calling me back to the tree,
Where I now sit all alone,
With no one but this pesky crow,
My final hours ticking by,
I learned my lesson far too late,
I shouldn’t have spent my life in hate.

The crow, the crow,
Calling me back to the tree,
A burning passion blind with vengeance,
Secrets buried deep with snow,
That nobody will ever know,
Evils hidden long forgotten,
Wrongs that should be righted.

The author's comments:
My inspiration for writing this piece was that I realized, how throughout history, people have done horrible things to get revenge and then regret what they have done. I hoped that by writing this piece people would learn that by living a life filled with hate you destroy your own life as well as others.

Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 3 comments.


on May. 19 2014 at 6:27 pm
Bauer182 BRONZE, Naperville, Illinois
1 article 0 photos 1 comment
Thanks you guys! Ya not exactly sure why the spacing did that. I think its from the thing in quotes at the top. Really enjoyed writing this one. Sorry I haven't replyed in like 2 years though. Haven't posted anything to teen ink in a wnile. I should do start up with that again.

on Feb. 15 2012 at 7:38 am
RedFeather GOLD, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 155 comments

Favorite Quote:
Prose is like walking but poetry is like dancing.
—Paul Valery, poet (1871 - 1945)

Awesome poem! I love the structure of the poem and it has a dark feel to it and is a piece of genious work. The only thing that I can say you might to have wanted to do differently is to not put so much space between the lines at the top, but I don't know if you meant to do that for a specific reason or not. Anyway, keep writing!

on Feb. 15 2012 at 5:21 am
Mike6546 SILVER, North Carolina, North Carolina
6 articles 0 photos 34 comments

Favorite Quote:
those who mind don\'t matter and those who matter don\'t mind

Wow, this is incredible.




MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!