The Crow~ inspired by death
Song?Poem?WordsNoneTheLess!
Your withering away,
Your shell is here to stay~
Six feet under, it will be one day
Decaying, your body and soul departing from all they ever knew
Theirs that dove now, soaked down to the bone in blue
It's turning black like that angel that had fallen from the skies your soul will float up to
No it's not evil-
It just isn't pure
THEY painted him' black,
To which theirs no cure..
But don't you fear!
He drops a feather to give you wings.
But in exchange, you give him your last breath
No more breathing..
He's the crow, who gives you life,
Stalks your shell and takes your soul,
He's the dove that gave up his purity
He looks bad- rotten- he's a pure white dove forgotten
But inside, he's brighter than a white fire
The crow is death, who seeks you out
Erasing your name from this world and writing you into the next
Retiring your tired shell.
---------------The Crow--
You see death as bad just because you don't know what awaits you on the other side-
But in reality, the dove is masked in a layer of black, it's soul is not of a crow, but something more pure,
A godly figure, or whatever- that takes you to the other side, it's not bad, it teaches you to fly~
