I had a dream of the crow's black feathers
the bright yellow gleam of its eye
It bode me farewell, leapt from its perch
and returned to its place in the sky.
So I wandered through ruins, dreary and cold
with my horse, manservant and slave
Whilst I searched high and low for my fortune in gold
all that I found was my grave.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments3
Good rhyme paired with flowing meter and a haunting tale what more can I ask for in a poem a fave
Great write
The tale of many a fool, nicely written, enjoyed the read
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