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...