• The feathered creature dances in the air,
    Above my head does it stare.
    In the sunlight, do I bask,
    And surprisingly, the creature does so without its mask.

    For as long as I can recall did this wild thing follow,
    For as I grew, it forever watched over me, in my success, wallow.
    Whenever I would invite it in, however,
    The death-colored creature would disappear, oh so clever.

    Even as my strength and agility would grow,
    I thought, 'How shall I capture this elusive Crow?'
    For when the thing would allow my touch,
    Never once, its feathers, would I clutch.

    Then as winter struck, the air so dry,
    I awoke to find myself in a cry.
    My window remained undisturbed,
    Of the Crow, my Crow, that was always unperturbed.




    To this day, I sight no familiar eyes of coal,
    My heart is in pain without being whole.
    Even so, I see the smallest of hopes impending,
    With a special gal in black, of much time I am spending.




    The one I love, my love, is enigmatic,
    She reminds me of a love of which I had been a fanatic.
    Differing, yet also similar, are these two personalities,
    Otherworldly in nature and immortality.

    My dear Crow, with whom now will you delight?
    Or could it be that you never took flight...