The crow will come for me, fear not, I am not afraid. I kindly greet the beast, not hesitating to get on his back. Confused is he, for he didn't even have to ask. As I slip into thy slumber the beast of the night whisks me away. On his back we fly into eternal darkness. He knows I won't be back, yet he assures my loved ones lies. He comes back time to time. Teasing and taunting the ones I hold so dear. "Will she ever come back ,and mend our broken hearts?" Do they not get it? Do they not see? Once along the crows back they're is no returning to the place I felt safe. Yet the lies come tumbling out of the fowl, "perhaps someday when the sun sets high, greeting the moon not just passing her by" The hope that flutters through there hearts rips me apart. Alas if I was not dead, it would break my cold heart. They will never see me again, not even when their time is at it's end. When the crow ushers them on his back, even then I will not see them. I am too far gone, smothered in darkness. This happened years ago when my heart turned cold, and my world began to snow. So as the raven greeted me offering his warmth, of course I'd climb aboard. Anything to escape the winter in my bones. For I am selfish and needed relief, I ended the blizzard, and set myself free.
