Oh Crow, oh Crow, so black and so fine,
With eyes so bright, and a beak so divine,
Here I a saint shalt give it to thee,one by one,my brawn,
But not my observation, that's not for thee, oh Crow, to dawn.

Thy caws are so loud, Thy spirit so free,
Thou dance on the wind, with much glee,
Thy intelligence bright, Thy wit so sharp,
Thy a master of life, in the urban sprawl.

Thou scavenge and Thou hunt, with a keen eye,
Thy cunning and stealth, never to shy,
Thou roost in the trees, with a gentle sway,
Thy beauty and grace, every single day.

But not my insight, that's not for thee,
Oh Crow, to dawn, in all thy glee,
For discernment that is solely mine, to ponder & see,
The secret enigmas of life, in this world so free.

Crow, oh crow, with feathers so black,
Thy eye's so scary bright, thy wings so back,
Thou perch on trees, Thou fly in the sky,
Thy caws echo through the air, so high.

Thy brawn is strong, your spirit free,
Thou hunt and scavenge with glee,
Thou peck and scratch, Thou claw and tear,
Thy sharp beak rips through flesh and fear.

Thy beak, so sharp, doth pierce the air,
And with each peck, my fears doth share,
But still, I'll give thee, one by one, my brawn,
For thou art strong, and thy power is known, oh Crow, to dawn.

As some wishes, some desires of these eyes are still left,
To gaze upon thy beauty, and thy strength, to be bereft,
But still, I'll give thee, one by one, my brawn,
For thou art fierce, and thy dominion is won, oh Crow, to dawn.

In nightfall's hush, where shadows play,
A cluster of crows descends, with daunting eyes of gray,
With spiky claws, they call a mournful, haunting sigh,
Echoes through the ending evening sky.

The night a blank canvas, for thy to paint,
With colors of bloody darkness, & shades of faint,
And my saintly heart, a drum, beating to thou beat,
As thy dance, a macabre, a sinuous treat.

Thy wings, a shroud, to wrap me tight,
As thy peck, and tear, with all thy might,
My cries, a chorus, to thou delight,
As thy drain, my life, with each bite.

My body, a banquet, for thy to dine,
My soul, a vessel, for thy to divine,
Leave my eyes, perception's last stand,
As thy devour my flesh, with every hand.

But when thou is done, and thy have had thy fill,
Just leave my eyes, to see, my soul's last thrill,
For in their depths, a light will still glow,
The last ember, of my life, aglow.

Crow oh crow, as i sing hymns, my humble request to thee,
Eat my brawn, one by one, as thou dost please,
But spare my eye's perception, for they hold the key,
To the hope of meeting my beloved, my heart's disease.

My body, a feast for thy delight,
But my eyes, a beacon of love, so bright,
Take my flesh, but leave my heart,
For in its depths, my love does its part.

My eyes, they still hold some wishes, desires untold,
Hopes of meeting the one, my heart doth unfold,
In the depths of thy gaze, I see a glimmer of gold,
A promise of love, that doth never grow old.

My observations, as they still bear the light,
Of some dreams and desires, & yet to take flight,
In the depths of thy dark, & mysterious eyes,
I see the glimmer of a distant prize.

Of wishes and desires, like stars in the night,
Guide me to the horizon, a beacon bright,
And though my brawn may be but a meal,
My heart, my love, will forever be real.

Oh crow, oh crow, my humble request to thee,
Is that thou mayst devour my flesh, one by one, thou see,
For some wishes & some desires of these eyes,
Are still left unfulfilled, even after breaking ties.

Crow, oh my crow, with feathers so black,
Thy eyes so bright, like the stars in the attack,
My wishes & desires, they still linger & play,
Even after breaking, they still have their sway.

These unfulfilled wishes, & desires of these eyes,
Are still left, though the heart is wise,
Even after disintegrating, I still feel the pain,
Of what's left, like a lingering refrain.

Thy piercing gaze, it cuts through my soul like a dart,...