O crow, O crow
If you must feed, pick at my flesh bit by bit-
O crow but dare i beg, spare my eyes
For these eyes yearn to see my beloved again,
one last time.
Let the winds take my breath,
Let the earth drink my blood.
O crow, but grant the wish of your pawn
Of a final glance of her walk's dawn.
O crow, let your wings shadow all her face,
Blind the world,
yet leave her light untouched by your grace.
O crow, listen to a dying man's mumble,
When she comes, let not my bones tremble.
For even in death, I would not have her crumble.
Take all else, O crow,
But leave my eyes.
For they must close after beholding love,
One last time.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 4:52 PM UTC
O crow, O crow
If you must feed, pick at my flesh bit by bit-
O crow but dare i beg, spare my eyes
For these eyes yearn to see my beloved again,
one last time.
Let the winds take my breath,
Let the earth drink my blood.
O crow, but grant the wish of your pawn
Of a final glance of her walk's dawn.
O crow, let your wings shadow all her face,
Blind the world,
yet leave her light untouched by your grace.
O crow, listen to a dying man's mumble,
When she comes, let not my bones tremble.
For even in death, I would not have her crumble.
Take all else, O crow,
But leave my eyes.
For they must close after beholding love,
One last time.
