deepundergroundpoetry.com

Image for the poem BLACK CROW

BLACK CROW

The tortured soul of a black crow,
a melancholy of pleasures untold
of this black crow.
He watches you while your sleeping
beady eyes blinking
his breath as cold as ashes
as he breathes your soul
and watches you take your last breath.
This makes the black crow
immortal,
set apart from others.
So I say to you
watch out its Halloween ,
the black crow is watching.
Written by windsong13
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 7 reading list entries 0
comments 4 reads 884
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 10:18pm by down2dirt
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:21pm by SweetKittyCat5
POETRY
Today 9:11pm by Abracadabra
SPEAKEASY
Today 6:29pm by MidnightSonneteer
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:39pm by Lilliputian
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:52pm by SweetKittyCat5