The Crow
She just went out for a snack.
With those giat black wings upon her back.
Her victums screams
while she sings.
Her song of refuge and pride, to bad they couldnt listen to all of the song.
It's also to bad they died.
The mighty beast
devouers her feast.
And so it goes the life story,
Of the mighty crow who put on a silent show surely written with glory.
Copyright © Abagail Torres | Year Posted 2015
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