Waking from a restless slumber
Drawing aside my window's veil
Surveying the world outside these four walls
I see you
Baleful beady eye returning my eye's favour
All the other birds cower before you
Pure in your blackness
Sleek
Honed
Proud
Gnarled feet grip tree branch with taloned intent
Its natural frailty caught in your vice-like grip
Nature stands or falls at your whim
Murk fills the sky
Clouds ragged and soaked in your blackness
Chaos swirls around you
You stand solid
Like jet black rock; harsh and unforgiving
The void of your eyes conceals intelligence
Purpose and steely intent
Watching the threads of life and wending unto ending
Awaiting your opportunity
To purify all in darkness
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Written December 4th, 2005
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excellent job. i often feel that the crow is on of the untimate symbols of drakness. well written i enjoyed it thanks!
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