Of Rot And Crows

 





In the void of space where no light is found

Shifting they circle all around

Cawing echoes through the endless dark

Feeding rot that's left its mark

No planets or stars, just the abyss of the void

A place where life and death are destroyed

Crows persist, their hunger unquenched

Tearing from decay of noble or wench

Feathers black as night's abyss

Grated for the remnants of death's kiss

Their eyes glowing with an otherworldly spell

An intelligent malevolence born of hell

These horrific fowl know no fear

Harbingers of what's truly severe

In their presence, madness reigns supreme

As their hunger is never satisfied, it seems

For they crave the chaos of the unknown

The screams of the dying, the sound of bones.

So beware, mortal, of the crows space

Heralds of horror and fallen from grace

And if they should take flight upon your path

Pray you are spared from their cosmic wrath