So many stories

So many stories are yet to be told
even those that leave you feeling cold
they all began trying to better one another
even if it ended killing thy brother
cussed my their mother beaten by their father
they ended up at the end of the road
some say they never grow old
others say they roam the underworld
trying to conquer another world
in the process show no mercy
ended up killing for pleasure
eating their souls
the only way to hide their holes
buried themselves under tons of stones
trying to find a place called home
crows followed where ever they went
they knew they were destined for death
they built up rage
trying to control it put it in a cage
went to visit an old sage
they were double crossed
and controlled like puppets on a stage
tossed like a rag doll
beaten with poles
once again they ended up cold
thrown outside for the crows to feed on
as their memories stream on.