a call of the crow echoes beyond the barrier of deaf ears
perhaps a death knell
but shunned as no other being can feel it
behind blind eyes it is to be seen but by no further entity
a shallow breath in silence
it grasps it in its pale fist
it twists its neck freeing its aura
released but only to warn newcomers
with its riddling caw it will surpass energies not yet known
however survived in longing by those who have yet to find out
forever it shall be damned to it’s coven
until it touches the untold


06/08/24

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