Broken beasts lay withered and destroyed
Nipping the air as a last resort.

I stand above them in my perfect health
Holding the trigger that made them yelp.

My eyes sparkle at the bounty I killed
Their eyes, dead, unable to forgive.

Realization was a word unknown
Until realization came in the form of a crow.

Black all over
Talons extend.

To slice my eyes
It was a master plan.

Now blind, I can see
Yes, it sounds weird to me.

But that crow gave me pain,
Truth,
Wisdom.
All of which I would never sacrifice
For the gain and return of my lifelong eyesight.