Crows Poem by Vester Crowley Ix

With the death of the sun
They come, one by one
around the house
That has a lone spouse
Forced to marry
what a burden she'll carry
On her back
but they knock
On her door, once opened she'll see
Salvation that I want for me
Draped in black feather
Beaks still stain from leather
She just smiles and spreads her arms wide
By her tear stained gown they gnaw side to side
And rise to the skies to the heavens she'll sail
And all that is has dread and malice will fail
She's an angel now
Saved by the birds, saved by the crow