A cry,
A caw,
A nevermore.
Against a grey sky
Like a musical score -
Neatly arranged
And set out in rows,
On the branches of a tree
Is a ******
Of crows...

And there's a heart
Carved into
The bark of this tree
And
There's a bark from the dog
That's staring
At me,
Because the light had faded
As had the hope,
Of the boy in the boughs
At the end of his
Ro...