~* CROWS *~
Black feathers glisten in the mist
As we fly like gods in fright
Our eyes penetrate the unseeing
As endless seas of molten gold and soulless coal, echoing our sorrow
The mist billows beneath our wings
Leaving only wisps of trace
The branch sways beneath our talons, striken
Black feathers glisten in the mist
With dew hitch-hiking for a ride
to have the rare chance
to feel as angels would
beating above ashen rubble
like fearless gods of war would
no mourning to be found here
where death's requiem rings
We pick at battle's remains
The charred, soiled earth, red
the mist, so stifling and subdued
blankets the fallen cries in remorse
we shed ghosts of tears
our hearts shriveled, hollow within our chests
our kind reigns proud within destruction
for we are crows
