Midnight Crow

 The lonely midnight crow

Crying stars that bare

A dying light

Awakening in twilight

Flying black wings

Blend in the dark

But he is not afraid

Though he is born of the day...

And he gives his solemn cry

To be more than just a lost soul

With a bright moon

To guide him

Reviews

[deeps]

I like this I can either feel lonliness in this or a place of solitude. This is well written and expressed.