It's never been known if the legends were true
But the stories of the old woman grew
She spent every day with feathered beasts
And her perpetual torment never ceased
Everyone in town said she was mean
No one knew she longed for someone to intervene
The sorrow in her seemed never to bend
And the crows were her only friend
She longed to stop feeling unwanted
But the longer she lived, the more she was haunted
One day, she climbed up to an old church spire
And she hung herself along the wire
The wire where her friends braced
Became her final resting place
It's said the crows gathered round
And mourned along the ground
They saw her as their friend
But the bonds of crows could not mend
She longed for something more
She couldn't escape that chore
With broken wings, she left the world
Into the next life, she was hurled
Though, none know if she did exist
Her tale lives on as an ugly hiss
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