This poem has been inspired by "The Diviners" series, by Libya Bray, specifically from the point of view of the King of Crows.


The land is dead and I shall follow,
they think I haven't felt the sorrow.
Bits of sleep may now attack me,
heal the common laugh of misery.

The coat is empty, I don't care;
there is always more elsewhere.
Burn the walking and the standing,
my power is only expanding.

Since the beginning I have been the king,
worn the heavy, diamond ring.
Can't you tell me how it ends?
I heard the future holds no friends.

Bow to me, the promise of your savior,
the hate has killed your only Mayor.
Find him, you who cannot stop
asking questions from the top.

I close my eyes to see your pain,
the shots fall like winter rain.
Close your eyes to see your love,
he is singing from above.

Cut a deal for a meal,
hear carefully what I say.
Kill the horse, the boss, the best, the worst
Don't be blind! Now you are lost.

I roam the lands through empty streets,
the cars shine, those are for the elites.
Touch the lamp and kiss the ground,
The secrets are louder than a hound.

Stare into my eyes, my coat;
feel the promise sail like a boat.
Letter, latter, you despise the clatter,
body of steel, stronger than ordinary matter.

Your turn has come, your time to shine,
just acquire what I want mine.
Laugh and think, you broken mind,
you are a killer of another kind.

For the rest who have no name,
for you the one with inborn aim,
for the dreamer lacking air
and the devil in the wood-built lair.

Obey my word, don't kill the ones,
there are countless useless bums.
The storm has come to win the war
to burn the dust for a little more
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