Once upon a midnight,
I awoke and turned around.
I heard an eerie, evil, cawing sound.
By the grave, I spotted the jet-black crow.
On that night, my soul froze.

Much I marveled at this giant, peculiar crow,
Sitting atop a long branch above the crumbled grave.
His caws a mocking laugh, as if he found something funny.
“A crow” chuckled I, “Yes, a big, black, terrifying crow!”
I sat engaged and entranced, unable to move as it flapped its majestic wings,
And left me all alone.

Now I am always dreaming about the
Ominous crow- tormentor of my dreams.
Invading my mind day and night
Deep into the darkness fearfully I go,
Into a kingdom full of sinister crows.
-K