Original Version: The Lost Crow
Black wings expanded.
Flying lost in dim foggy weather
With a breeze flowing through his raven black feathers.
He's clueless of where he wishes to go,
But deep in his breast, his spirit knows–
Anywhere but here.
Rewritten Version: The Lone Crow
Raven-black wings expand
His inky eyes
Stained with sorrow
He's soaring through
Frigid foggy weather
The breeze ruffles
Each gleaming feather
Raven-black wings stroke the air
His inky eyes
Stained with sorrow
The lone Crow
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Q: Which version do you like more?
Also I know the picture doesn't have a crow in in but I don't have any other good pictures I took that would go with this.
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Where Nightmares Lurk
PoetryFrom nature themed poems to depressing poems to just plain disturbing peoms, Where Nightmares Lurk is a collection of the poetry that I've written over the years. ALL POEMS, ART, AND PHOTOS BELONG TO ME! Do not use without crediting me!!
