~* 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