Five Crows

Goodness, isn’t this a strange one. No rhythm to it, not much rhyme, but all stemmed from seeing five crows fly above me as I walked home. I wonder what you, my faithful readers, will think?

Five crows to watch o’er hallowed ground
Where now I lay with nought but
Dust where blood did pump and run.

One crow, as pitch, for heart now still;
One crow as night for soul.
One crow, as jet, for breath now gone;
One crow as black for hope.
The final crow, for you my dear,
To fly high up above.

Five crows to guard this final tomb
Where now I sleep eternally
The slumber of the dead.

One crow, as shade, for bitterness;
One crow as tar for joy.
One crow, as oil, for anger hot;
One crow as dark for time.
The final crow, for you my dear,
To fly to you my love.

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13 Responses to Five Crows

  1. Chock full of readability!

  2. You don’t have to post this if it’s a bit too much?

    hope you like it, I enjoyed reading and recording.

  3. there were 3 takes, two did not play well. I hope one of these does:)
    enjoy!

  4. Love the imagery here. Excellent!

  5. Jules Lucton says:

    I always love your darker themes 🙂 X

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