There was a crow
He followed me
Outside
Inside
Everywhere
His call a cry
To death, defy
Always
Sometimes
Not at all
There was a shade
With wings of midnight black
Flutter
Fly
Flap
It was nearer than
Always watching me
Without
Within
Withall
Dreadful his eye
Unpleasant, to lie
Sweet
Dark
Death
I saw the deadly crow
breathing in the dark
Silent
Final
Breath
It was some shade
Im sure of it
Silent
Waiting
watching
Death incarnate
Over me
Outside
Inside
everywhere
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I tend to write what I feel. Ever felt that something was following you? A shadow of death? I once felt that way. I looked to the sky, and there upon a tree branch sat a crow, watching me.
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Thanks for sharing RC - welcome to MY POETIC SIDE - nice site - good poems - nice poeple. Love you poem - nice form. The CROW is always a harbinger of death ! BRIAN
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