The Crow's Cry
in the hush of dawn a crow gives a cry
a shadow of death a whisper of why
his call resounds through the desolate streets
perched on a branch where the living he meets
his black eyes pierce through the veil of fear
for his voice foretells the end is near
another soul to the darkness will glide
to leave the earth to cross the divide
he watches mourners as they gather around
their whispers rise their grief profound
he sees their tears their anguish and pain
but knows their loss feeds death's endless chain
with a sweep of wings he takes to the sky
his duty done as the living ask why
he fades away to the silence he keeps
while sorrow lingers and the lonely weep
the crow's cold cry may chill to the bone
yet it warns us all how fleeting we own
this fragile thread of life we hold dear
for death awaits each soul drawing near
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2025
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