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The Crow

A smile forever

On this life too soon severed,

Her face blushed

with pockets of

glow.

To the darkness he fled,

Hands stained with red,

and stopped in his tracks by a

crow.

 

“Begone,” said the crow,

And he started to show

a wide wingspan

directing toward

North.

“A life has been spared

yet you still dare

to test the fates as your

time travels short.”

 

“Move from my way,” said the lover,

“I’m no stranger to once again smother.”

The crow with

his beak

pecked away at

his feet

And won a prize of a toe from the lover.

 

“Arise,” said the crow

to his new peeked foe,

“we have not even start-

ed yet.”

Though the journey was long

the crow sang a sweet song

just before a swift

stab at

the lover’s neck.

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Written by
michael-depasquale
American
Published
Oct 19, 2012
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