As the crow flies
into the darkness
I hide in his shadow.
Where the crying owl,
in mingled feeling,
would be alone.
There comes a time
between a sullenness
of heart, thus my woe.
With a minor fall
I am homeward away
from my crow.
That soul shed all
thus I hide from below.
In the magnificent grey
I reached for my home.
The lightning of his eye,
as the night wandered,
glows with ohm.
A Voice came from stone;
“The last of her kind, unseen,
amid to reveals there, till growing old,
the mighty death has come to affair.”
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5 responses to “‘Crow,”
This reads like a powerful, quiet song, and feels like the haunting set of a play – beautiful, beautiful images!
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Isha, thank you so much for this amazing compliment!! I truly appreciate it! ❤️🙏🏽
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My pleasure!
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That first line sets a brilliant scene for what is to come. Well done sir!
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Blessed, Hamish! Thank you so much 🤭♥️ I really do my best!!
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