I am the crow

Is that a raven I see nevermore?

Or could it be a crow that soars?

Sweet forgotten crow.

Don’t you finally know?

We all quoth the raven.

Words of a crow not worth saving.

Scaring birds to flight.

Setting horror out in the night.

I crow for a home to be mine.

Permanent home, permanent time.

I am the crow of the moment.

Body of a raven finally spent.

What’s left is simply me.

A bird of flight trying to be.



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