Crow, The

I am the crow, master of my destiny

I have endless liberty, I walk in immortality

Any way I wish I can transform me

So I think I’ll give myself crimson eyes from with to see

The better for me to spot the dark evil dread

The inside of my mouth chose to splash with scarlet

To show that my feast is the Stuff of Life and no one will forget

Upon my black feathers I create a brilliant sheen

I’m so bright I look like something from a human’s dream

To see the truth of me is to suffer the blindness terror

Hardly needing to flap my wings I sail along without a care

I am Shadow of the Night, I am a shape shifter

I am up to no good where humans are concerned, I am a trouble maker

I am Black Bird Haunting Spirit from the Ether Zone

Time for me to be the human’s Dark Bird in the night alone

I joyfully and cleverly spread my mischief and mayhem

And like a shadow lacking light I move stealthy about again and again

Flittering from life to life, I’m watching and seeing all

I hear a human voice unexpectedly to me call,

“May I offer you a twig from a one thousand year old yew tree?”

“Is it really a thousand years old?” I ask him in awe

“It’s very old; it stretches down into my grave.” He says

“How chilling but so very exciting!” I can’t help saying.

“Are you really in the ground or are you really out wandering about

the green, foggy, muddy and very wet English countryside

with the cold harsh rain dripping down onto you

from a sky so so very sad and so so very grey?”

“If you tap on my window in the darkest part of night

I will come and fly.” His eyes are very tired and somber.

Nodding at him as if to say yes as I do, off I do fly

My black wings blurring as I speed upward into the sky

I go about my crow business once more easily coasting along

My black glittery eyes take in the goings on of the human show

I am into my otherness, so very much so

outside beyond the norm of small towns and big cities

the places that are so much lacking in human pity

But if you are listening you can hear my caw caw caw

Will you, who are watching me, answer my call?

 

Reviews

[Eric Cox]

I love this. Incredible imagery and incredible creativity and uniqueness were penned into this poem. I love crows too. This was fun to read. Very cool pen on this poem.

[Black Cat Fever]

This is rather mysterious in nature. There seems to be more to the crow but perhaps that's because the crow is a shape shifter.

[Star Wolf]

Love this! Awesome! This has a very mystical surreal feel to it. Outstanding!

[Sean M. Addams]

awesome poem ... a very visual piece...loved the detail in this alot ... I like how this ended too.. overall a very impressive write ... you gave a cool view of the crow :)