The crow calls,
On the fence Stone wall.
With his large black wings,
He thinks he is king.
Maybe hemis right,
For he feels no fright.
Magical land near and far,
Call the crow, wherever you are.
He flies away,
At the end of the day.
He flies to a stone,
In the shape of a bone.
He calls one, twice,
He then calls thrice!
The tone splits in two twice,
And out come three mice!
Hello, hello, they say to he,
But the crow ignores the three.
Flying low into the rock,
He finds a door, on which he knocks.
The door creeps open, just for thee.
And what a sight it is to see!
Beautiful color a near and far,
Beautiful colors wherever you are.
The crow moves on,
Realizing it's nearly dawn.
He flies to a tree
and sees a pink bumble-bee.
"Hello, my sire,
My hearts desire,
Let me wash your wings,
You beautiful Crow King."
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Kinda random, not sure where it came from, but... Here ya go!
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Wishing for Daylight (Poetry)
Poetry(((Previosly known as: 'Begging for Breath'))) My poetry book. I have been told that these are very emotional, so don't say I didn't warn you if you cry... I hope you find at least one poem on here that you relate to... I, obviously, can relate to...
