08-22-2014, 10:14 PM
Look to the crow, hung spiked on the wire, wind torn and tied.
Dead by the lead that flew to his calls,
blooding black feather, searing inside;
watch as he falls.
Look to the body that swings from the tree, hollow and dried.
Death dealt by demons, holy men all,
whose merciless gods walk by their side.
Face to the wall.
Look to the crow that died without cause, as others will, too.
Croak into blackness, silence the dawn,
keep secret beliefs; next it is you
to be reborn.
tectak
2014
Dead by the lead that flew to his calls,
blooding black feather, searing inside;
watch as he falls.
Look to the body that swings from the tree, hollow and dried.
Death dealt by demons, holy men all,
whose merciless gods walk by their side.
Face to the wall.
Look to the crow that died without cause, as others will, too.
Croak into blackness, silence the dawn,
keep secret beliefs; next it is you
to be reborn.
tectak
2014