Seen as some sort of twisted demon
Some monstrosity of incalculable evil
Bringers of death
They cannot sing the way others can
Throaty cracks caked in a croak
Echo through the trees
Flying effortlessly
A blur of black against a sea of blue
Soaring through the air
Their memory bounds past those
Beautiful
Delicate
Singers
Remembering faces
Those who have done them wrong
Those who have done them right
A society named a murder
With rules
And throaty croaks that have meaning
They are mourners of death
Calling out to others
To respect their fallen
Bringers of death
Twisted demons
Of incalculable evil
Loyal
Intelligent
Marvelous
Fighters
Protectors
Some monstrosity of incalculable evil
Bringers of death
They cannot sing the way others can
Throaty cracks caked in a croak
Echo through the trees
Flying effortlessly
A blur of black against a sea of blue
Soaring through the air
Their memory bounds past those
Beautiful
Delicate
Singers
Remembering faces
Those who have done them wrong
Those who have done them right
A society named a murder
With rules
And throaty croaks that have meaning
They are mourners of death
Calling out to others
To respect their fallen
Bringers of death
Twisted demons
Of incalculable evil
Loyal
Intelligent
Marvelous
Fighters
Protectors
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Stargirl
Jun 15, 2021
Woooow. I love this, but also got a little freaked out when I read it, not gonna lie :) I have had experience with crows, they really are mourners of the dead. The night before a good friend died I had a dream about crows…
We try to fix the world with rock and iron---if only we were not all glass people living in glass houses