Requiem for a once flying crow

One of the 9 writings of melancholy

You flew too close to the sun and your wings have burned

And those you never thought a threat will eat you alive

After the free fall and hit takes what little power you have left

I hope it was worth it to fly as high

All the things you saw and all the things you learned

And I hope it will never to you become a regret

But it's a hope as good as yours to evade and once again fly