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.