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Three wholesome troubling years before, a thousand cursed days back
    I lay, most stiff within my bed, my house of death did reek
And all my nightmares, all my slumbers, they were deep and black
    But for the worst, came memory I’m frightened of to speak
    A memory, which left me in the bounds of fear’s chains, weak
 
I shall confess, I shall tell you, with my past I’m distraught
    For long ago before this dark and creeping, ghastly night
I hewn my wife’s thick neck with forty axe-cleaves, and I sought
    Help from the nameless bearer of the skulls of mortal plight
    And drank the blood of her tight veins, and even though I tried
 
To bid such sinful practicing, I couldn’t do it though
    And ever since I hid my blade, and buried her, her dead
I delved within the abyss of my rue and of my woe
    And nightmares kept on pounding through the chambers of my head
    And I had lived e’er in dark time, consumed half by such dread
 
As all the hateful winds, they moaned and rocked trees, disarrayed
    And scathed all in its path, the biting, thorn-like, silver snow
Most suddenly, my reddened eyes caught fast a passing shade
    And perchéd then upon the pane, a hideous black crow
    Who us, mere mortals, dread to see and dread to even know
 
“Get off, get out,” I yelled, but it stood still, as if of stone
    Just eying me, its beak a lustrous sword, each eye a well
And Dear Lord, then it uttered in a raspy, hissing tone
   Most low, “the eyes of Hell, the eyes of Hell, the eyes of Hell!”
   I staggered, then I tripped, and then upon the floor I fell
 
And thunder roared and the winds moanéd louder, louder still
    “No, no,” I gaspéd, and for sweet mercy, then I had prayed
But the crow, eying me, was readying for its first kill
    Foreboding’s wind had rustled silken curtains in a braid
    Whisp’ring to the heartbeats of my stricken heart, afraid
 
It spread its hellish wings and like a ghastly phantom flew
    And grabbed, and tore my eyes. I shrieked in utter agony
It shrieked, “They’re watching you, they’re watching you, they’re watching you.”
    I yelled back at it, “What do you want of a wretch as me?
    Ye crow, ye hell-winged messenger, what do you want of me?”
 
“Your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye” the crow away then flew
    And left me in a state so puzzled and so pained and worn
‘Ah, G-d, what caused such torment, is it my illusion’s strew
    Or is it just the binding powers of my thoughts, forlorn?”
    But ever since, one-eyed, I lived, and lived in vile scorn
 
    And once upon a winter morrow, came upon my door
        A letter which had read They’re watching you...forevermore…
            I saw then thousands of black crows all fly round in a score
                They’re watching you...they’re watching you...forevermore and more…

© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
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