Pan of the Crows

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Pan of the Crows

Let me take you to the end of the world
To the edge of a bottomless pit
We can cast aside our humanity
A kind of wickedness to commit
Then go soaring down the path of evil
A tempt of fate around every turn
We can alter the course of our destiny
The craft of soul-taking to be earned

Don’t you turn around and quit
They can’t judge you anymore
Understand the warmth of it
Pleasure of a dark spirit

Take to the air and size up our prey
Pick on the bones of the upper crust
Critters and vermin the starter snack
Before a banquet of human lust
Mob all rivals to protect the border
Know the division of true and vile
Robbing and raiding the daily plan
Dressed in the black of Victorian style

Don’t you turn around and quit
They can’t judge you anymore
Understand the warmth of it
Pleasure of a dark spirit

Don’t you fear the still of night
Tolerate the shame of war
Witness gloom amid the light
Comfort of an untamed plight
Holding back just makes it hurt
You can’t stop the shadow’s will
The murder grows to cheat the moon

C. Gandy 2010

This was this first song poem I had written. It contains factual habits of crows. This is a prelude to featuring my very first short story  I wrote a few years ago.  The story was influenced by reading too many Stephen King novels.

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