Crow

A quiet army of concrete apartments sleep. The golden streetlights over metal hooks remain vigilant, hanging like drops of dew. A murder of murderers. A murder of murderers on the hunt. The eyes of the crows smolder with light. a sound a crow's deep monotonous laughter. The rough concrete of the buildings gives a weak smile. they mock you. they caw out loud all of your shortcomings before rising slowly in the air from a distance, freezing in midair, and coming down faster than rain the winged arrows of war. the moon is shoved out of the sky... A quiet army of concrete apartments sleep, collapsed and exhausted. another murder of crows. another murder. the winged arrows of war. the winged arrows of reality.