Sound announcing the birth of light
Alerting man to the arrival of a new sun
Keeping track of times' continuous displacement
A sound older than men
Living for a hundred days
Of unappreciated servitude
A loyal keeper of seasons
Faithfully observing time
Announcing sun set and moon rise
Awaking man from slumber
At the brink of dawn
Great sound of a lesser bird
What mistake you have made
In picking your host
For at the observation
Of your faithful service
Would rise your mortal enemy
Your host's live being the target
Yours will be cut short
Your great sound
Would cease to exist
If only you knew
He who you serve would reap you head
If only you knew
That man rose to see your end
If only you knew
Your worth lies on your host
If only you knew
The magnitude of mans' betrayal
If only you new
That this crow would be your last
If only you knew
Would man be alive
Would you alert man
Of the break of dawn
If only you knew
Would you readily be destroyed
If only you knew
Would you make that last crow
To usher in your last dawn.
By The Arc
YOU ARE READING
CROW OF THE END
PoetryThis is dedicated to all the chickens that died during xmas and new year.