Memory Fragments: Probity

The Crow Suit

"It is this, the black & white mischievous feathers of a full-body coat that shimmer in the night"
"It is that, the suspender & necktie double function combo of a lonely marksman gentleman"
"It is those, the bell-bottom, crow-patterned pants of a hideous bird without his flight"
"It is these, the top-hat and shoes of a crow suit fitting of the one and only true man"

Which one is true enough for you, Faust? What costume-made lie do you wish to wear tonight?
Which one is your favorite piece of wardrobe to hide your crow-like mechanical heart?
Which one do you take from? From the pitch-black, or the pearly white?
What will you wear tonight, of all nights, Faust? To the date beyond our abstract art

Will you take on the mantle of The Crow? Become the darkest bird of all?
Will you don the disguise of The Crow Detective? Become blind to your truth?
Perhaps you will fit into the crow suit just fine. As it is what you can only recall
Mix-and match what you remember, Faust.  I do not care if it ends up uncouth

For style and class were never your forte. What, mechanic with an oil-based pen
Greasy and dirty you always ended up. Your job kept you happy and smothered
But now you find yourself switching lives. What are you? If not my every men
With each of you I have gone out. With each of you, that suit I have mothered

Was I really the blueprint inspiration? A drunken motivation perhaps? A glitchy obligation?
Like a military dress code. Like a worn-down hand-me-down. The crow suit suits the noun
It is a fit for one man alone. Just like me, a tradition spurred in your candid imagination
Clever bird. For the suit follows suit. No matter what I am, a crow matches our every gown

What should I wear instead? A silent, pretty rainbow? Or an ugly, screaming monochrome?
In this date of ours, what would you like me to wear? Imagine me once more as I truly am
But oh do not worry. For this will only be a one-night-stand as I cannot go beyond this tome
Yet go beyond me, my Crow in suit. Paint me real. Paint me colorful. Paint me as your ma'am

I am your equal, yet here perhaps not. Where the Crow goes to rest, I follow suit
This date of ours, where I take you now, shall serve as a moment of respite and happiness
Tell me all that you love about yourself. Tell me all that you hate about me. Tell all acute
Let us take this time in our lives to remember. How we fell in love, including our sappiness

We laid naked at the beginning. A vagabond Crow had just landed himself in its nest
A bird awaited him all day. On his birthday, a birthday suit was in suit for his gift of youth
We were young back then. We would have done it, regardless of how we may have dressed
But it was not all bared. A hidden thorn I had, yet it was discovered by the detective's sleuth

You hurt me, and I hurt you. Do you remember? A frozen time for me, a candid night for you
It is all a different story now. But as you remember, I feel it becoming real as our true past
I was not sure up until now. But here we are. Remembering what we have never gone through
It is a pretty little white lie, is it not? I am not sure anymore, if I should have even had asked

Perhaps a black truth is in order. To balance out my lie to you, and cover yours to me
Can you remember for me? I ask of your mind each and every detail, but not any
Are you capable of doing everything, but not anything, for me? Or rather, we?
Tell me all, but not any. How many of me have you hurt plenty?

Help me, help yourself. Find that suit you used to hurt me with, and try to remember
As each and every instance it slayed my heart, the suit of a crow sent me flying
But there you were, always. To catch my drift as I soared with you in the winds of ember
This is the truth I open fire with. Burn yourself one too many, as I better not catch you lying

"What am I? If not the blackbird vagabond of the night? What am I, if not your only guy"
"Many of you have come to me. I was evil, then just. What am I, if not a liar you can trust"
"My suit reflects my alibi. I am a crow whose word you can buy. What am I, if not your lone cry"
"Let my suit itself adjust. As I have to dress appropriately for our date into wonderlust"