Flight Of The Crow

-Flight Of The Crow-
by
Keaton Foster



On a pole
Sits what I am
Sure is the crow
A fledgling of death
Unsure what to do next
His purpose has not yet been met
Easily I have spotted him
Long before he sees me
I have grown accustomed
To seeing such things
Of pseudo psychosomatic ends
Death and all that it represents
Has always been my closest friend
I know it quite well because
I have been through its hell
I have returned time and again
Such a crow cannot be for me
But certainly someone close
Someone that I dare know
A person consisting
Of a one-sided love
He has come for them
And there is nothing that
Can be done to save them
Full of doubt, I scream out
Death why have you come
Why have you shown yourself
Did God above send you
Or did hell below force you
I cannot bear to lose another
I have suffered far too much
All that I have ever truly loved is gone
All that remains is all that I pretend
Leave this place
Leave me alone
The crow opens his wings wide
Flapping them before flight
His solid black eyes rotate
He lets out a series of caws
Each one more frightening than the last
He leaps from the pole, taking flight
He does not go far or high above
Before I can refuse him
Another second more
He begins to circle just above my head
With each mesmerizing pass
He flickers his lifeless eyes at me
With each circle and cut of the wind
He takes a bit of my soul
It won’t be long until I am gone…




Flight Of The Crow
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.