CROW OF THE END

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