Black Crows

Black crows a darkened sky The old man staring through with a sigh Wondering why they are here His mind pondering no fear Black crows lurking like a fly Now perched a fence nearby Succumbed all night with wings His lullaby that stings Black crows now just dust The squeaky doors now rust What happen for the old man? Nobody knows this land No sight of him or sound to hear Black crows now coming near One familiar as it sings Now I know these wings His crimson eyes Now just but few signs Sonata of a calamity Soul now wondering Dreamed of black crows As darkness swallows and grows His black crown fall they're gone Old man sways away at dawn...