Semper Fidelis

A Crow with redden wing and beak, sits perched on a rusted iron mass.
Watching.
Waiting.
Protecting, till his very death.

Living as a pawn of the impending dawn,
Weeping for those innocent and alike,
He swathes with wings around, so gentle like.
Comforting cry’s for salvation,
He preserves his restless children in his healing garden.

At first daylight he will sing joyous praises of delight.
Lift off and take flight.
Twisting and gliding, careless and free,
Ascending towards the heavens, this is how it must be.

As night becomes day and day becomes night,
The watchful protector ends his majestic flight.
Free falling,
Descending from the boundless skies,
He returns to tend the flock each night.

A blackened dove of virtuous white sits poised on a gilded balustrade.
Watching.
Waiting.
Protecting, till his final rebirth.