I used to love crows;
I loved the way their glossy feathers
glittered in the daylight,
The way their eyes could
freeze a person's thoughts.
I used to love crows;
I'd read about their cunning ways
and how they harbour revenge -
I admired their loyalty to those
other crows that had been wronged by humans.
I was bewitched by them and their
croaky song,
A melody that almost foreshadowed the
downfall of the cursed.
I used to love crows,
But now I despise them.
If I could pluck each feather
off their haunted bodies I would,
Either to bring back what I've lost
Or just for the sheer pleasure of their pain.
Perhaps one day I will grow to
love them again.
But until that day,
May God watch over the crows I cross.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
I used to love crows;
I loved the way their glossy feathers
glittered in the daylight,
The way their eyes could
freeze a person's thoughts.
I used to love crows;
I'd read about their cunning ways
and how they harbour revenge -
I admired their loyalty to those
other crows that had been wronged by humans.
I was bewitched by them and their
croaky song,
A melody that almost foreshadowed the
downfall of the cursed.
I used to love crows,
But now I despise them.
If I could pluck each feather
off their haunted bodies I would,
Either to bring back what I've lost
Or just for the sheer pleasure of their pain.
Perhaps one day I will grow to
love them again.
But until that day,
May God watch over the crows I cross.
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