With it's long black coat
and it's beady eyes
it glides itself around this dark city
as a tormented guide
for all those suffering
In pain and remorse
not knowing why it does
set them on the right course
It's not the undead
or the power of magick
but the simple will to stand
and it's meaningful logic
too many hurt ones
who beckon in the shadows
prewriting their future
as if time has froze
but once you call for it
no matter if not out loud
the crow will appear
diving through a righteous crowd
and end up perched
on your high shoulder
It tells you the stories
of long before you
It sends visions in your head
so you know that it's true
one look at this past
and you run for your life
unfrightened and carefree
through hallows eve night
and the crow pecks at the grave
and stands still there waiting
for another lost soul to save
 
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