Feathers, feathers falling down

To save her precious Crow

He started to frown

That Sharptooth is a foe.

His tears spill down his blackened face,

they're falling at a steady pace.

His heart is breaking,

his body's shaking.

As his Feathers start to blow away.

Little poems about couples that died or broke up. Gonna be short.

Song: All Around Me

By: Flyleaf