The ebony crow of fate is cawing,
Perched on my will's scarecrow.
Seems like it can't scare it off,
Here to witness the rest of the show.

I've been found liable for my life,
Caught in the middle with red hands.
While I'm nothing but a convict by fate,
I claim innocence, yet no one understands.

Accusing the wrong person as always,
While a murder of crows is flying away.
I wonder whether I'm in control or led,
By some invisible trails running astray.

Why am I trapped in a twisted trial,
That mocks my feeble attempts to defy?
Is there even an option to choose,
Besides taking the path where all comply?

Time's been the only one running free,
Through absolute rules that never bend.
While the rest keep struggling to find,
An egress from conundrums with no end.

I'm standing at my age's crossroads,
The crow of my fate is staying still.
I try to crumple the verdict in my hand,
But it starts pecking at my weakened will.

© DawnS.M