Please don't borrow this.
thanks-rw

Crebain

The endless chatter of a thousand beaks weighs upon my ear,
they circle above the dead and weak,
and reminisce of battle here.

Their wings a' dip in marrow and bone,
their feathers drip with blood,
their eyes red as ruby stone,
their claws caked with mud.

They gorge themselves on nose and eyes,
on fingers feet and throat,
they savor the stomach as you die,
on a very somber note.

Then all at once they take to the air,
and hover way up high,
a shapeless black cloud of bodies,
in the ever-darkening sky.

p.s.: reviews are welcome.
p.s.s.: thanks dreamingfifi