The crows

by thirstyvampiregirl   Jan 23, 2007


The crows.
They fill us with fear.
Its black Velvet wings in the wind.
The crows scolds us with their stories.
Every time we go outside a murder of crows awaits us.
Their the scavengers of the soulless bodies, their the hunters in the rain,their the dead mans friend at the grave.
They watch our every move from the dead trees of winter.
They scowl at us to show their presents.They are the reapers bird and their message is ... DEATH.

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  • 17 years ago

    by XXXrusted silverXXXwas nvr good enough to be goldXXX

    I loved tis one too...I'll have to say that the dark poems are your specialty...I abslutely loved it
    Love ya
    Jonda Beth

  • 17 years ago

    by darkangelcrying

    Lol, it's funny i don't have crows, but i do have a raven that follows me and helps me out. lol what does that say about me, am i a bringer of death or simply despair?

  • 17 years ago

    by Anime Lover

    Dude I like your poem!!! You have a lot of creativity keep on writing =) I'll b reading more of your work.

  • 17 years ago

    by InterviewWithTheKat

    I think this poem is very cool!
    i've always liked crows, is that saying something...
    well, its very good anyway!!!
    keep on writing, i like your style!
    kat-x-

  • 17 years ago

    by Hannah Emellia

    Wow... I really like it. 5/5

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