Looming mourner
Creature from the depths
Gliding softly on the air
Claws and talons weaved with fates’ cut hair
Is this your omen?
Dark mystery of the past…
Is this the last night…the hour’s nearly past…
Withdrawn to twilight
I scarcely stop to think
That this ledge failing
May crack and fall to brink…
Old Saxon castle
Riddled with such death
Entombed canopy
No time to catch one’s breath
Dark feathers
Littered on the ground
‘Mid howling twilight
Turn back don’t make a sound
You see its shadow
Amid the sun’s lone ray
The crow is coming
He’s come for you today….
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