Disclaimer: The idea of the Crow belongs to Kitchen Sink (I think) and James O'Barr. The idea is being used for entertainment pusposes and no money is being made. The poem belongs to me, Magik, the author.
by Magik
It is dark.
I see nothing.
I fly high above the world.
On crow's wings.
I thought I was dead
But death can never claim
The one who resists it.
I fly high above the filth
Of the world.
I stare down at it with
The yellow eyes of a crow.
I watch and find that
I no longer have the capacity to judge.
I fly high.
Through the darkness
On the wings of a crow.
Looking for the murderers
Of a life I once led.
Searching for revenge.
I fly high.
Higher still.
My wings beautiful black
My eyes sharp yellow
And my face painted into sorrow.
Sing with me
As I fly
So high.
See through me eyes
Though I hope you never do.
For at the end of the day
When I rest and think.
All I can think of is what I had.
And I won't stop trying
Until I'm back home with you.
Because love never dies.
It's the one thing that will always survive.
I fly through darkness
I cannot see.
I fly on the black wings of a crow.
But your love is with me.
It is my guiding star.
My light.
I fly on the wings of a crow
And I die to be with you.
