Crows
Black eyes stare
Black beaks tear at the flesh
A meal in death
Sinister flock of honesty
Reaping that which is given
Penance for the living
Wings the color of the night
The sound of their call
So final
A cackle
The flesh rips
Leaving the bone red
Black eyes stare
Your living yet
The cackle seems to say
A promise some how
Black eyes stare
Bleakness and honesty
never a tear drop
Reaping the harvest
A distraction between memories
Wings spread wide
before taking flight
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