The rain never stops
we drowned in mud
the crows pick at cold flesh
home to an absent sun
lightning nips at our heels
thunder laughing in the dark
pitied by the weeping winds
an eternal life of sorrowful songs
the cackling crows guide the way
feathers never get lost in the storm
when the gale breaks
the world breaths easier
might just make it to dawn
sleep among the rising flood
under the shade of ominous clouds
a murder of crows heralds the end
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
Comments (2)
Nice one!
Oooo, I loved how dark this was! Fantastic poem!