Two Black Crows

Two crows in a pine Hear those Two black crows in the pine? They’re sinister darkling Those two raucous black crows in the pine --------------------------------------------------- All’s not bad nor winterset Sometimes I think the mind’s to blame Set against by follies and Tortures inflicted on others Known at the time as returnable sins I sent a sin gathering wool of blackest velvet And it circled my head Like a crow Innocent And soft But bodied with dark intent