Crow Flight

The streets are his    
A paradise      
He flies their twisted routes      
Every turn, another burn      
Scars left and worn proudly      
Emblematic of his past      
The remembrance of licentiousness      
His brethren gather for the feast      
He wears their darkness      
Nocturnal cloak      
And it becomes him well      
The night a comfort      
Despite the blight      
A city furnished with delight.