Nobody but me and my crow

Aa Harvey

Nobody but me and my crow.

 

 

A black crow flies at night, hidden high above the city lights.

Looking down on us all, like we are beneath it as it soars.

Nobody knows the crow’s thoughts, but we want to so we try;

But our own interpretation of the crow in the sky,

Shows us no truth at all.

 

 

Flying past the moon, it is gone before we know;

As it falls down towards the ground, is it in its death throes?

Or is it safe and sound as it catches the air like an arrow?

As the people walk below, alone, they are lead forward by its shadow.

 

 

In the middle of the night when all is dead to the world,

I can hear the crow calling out into the void.

High and low it has been searching for an unknown mate;

Now, as I see them, they are an omen of a future destroyed.

 

 

Now as I stand here preparing for death,

I struggle for thoughts and gasp at a breath.

As my body shivers under the moon, I fall;

Snow underfoot, through an empty forest I crawl.

 

 

Death is in the air.

Nobody left to meet in this forest.

They are all gone to nowhere;

So there is nobody left to save my soul

And nobody left to care.

 

 

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

 

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2016 06:13
  • Category: Gothic
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  • LIGHT WARRIOR

    Wow, this was very well written and sooooooo depressing at the same time....nicely done..GOTHIC is a great way to categorize it

  • Tony36

    Wow Awesome write

    • Aa Harvey

      Thank you. People seem to really like this one. I think it's good, but the more I read it, the more I like it.

      • Tony36

        Welcome



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