Crows Poem by Daniele Cerasoli

Take my life before you now
See the falling baby and the broken bough
Mend them both, and fix the glass
Of my love, ah! at last!
You have come for me
Heard my cries and answered my plea
To plant a flower in the sand;
Come close, and take my hand -
Forget not the dark plague's weed
That causes you to forever bleed
Into a pitiless, moaning ocean,
Devouring my joy and glad emotion.

Above, above! there, in the sky!
Where the oblivious crows so loudly, fly
Bring one down from it's aerial abyss
Take it's ignorance, for it is bliss
Make me a kingdom in the light;
Burn this city of eternal night
But rescue me from my prodigious plight
That is perilously embedded in my soul
Infinitely, as black as coal
Hold my hand from your grave
And me, from myself, try to save;
Your tomb is now your resting place
Leaving me in a world, left to embrace
The dark of the daylight and the silence of sound
And an empty realm where I am crowned.