Calling of the Crow

Outside they sat on barren trees 

Their cries and cackles quite deafening

Murders waiting just outside the panes 

Orange was the light that poured in to drape the walls in gold

I turned at last to face the devilish things that awaited 

All at once away they flew 

And suddenly all that I ever knew came crashing in on me

Grayness pushed out the last of the light and ushers in a lonely night

So I lay, still unmoving

Figures came to climb the walls and dance and laugh down empty halls

But still alone, I waited

The sun did rise and fall again countless times as I looked for them

Eyes began to beg not for sleep but of some promise of relief 

Then bones and flesh began to ache.

Finally did they return, and on their wings away I few

With nothing but the thoughts me and you. 

~l m d