I wasn't ready yet
So much work to be done
Yet there he was
The black black crow

It was 3 in the morning
My bladder all so
Glasses abandoning my blur
Shadows awaiting me

And the shiver did come
Spine tingling my silver skin
The view quite the frightening
My rage boiled

The black black crow sounded
He didn't know I had it
My protector smiled
For I needed many years to come

Deep in my breath
The blow did its fire
Singeing black feathers floated the sky
In flight of his path
The black black crow moved on
To the next