The Last Crow

Down inside a thousand dreams
Where memories fade
Into dustless screams

Where the watchlight grows
The satellites cry
And all around are dying crows

They falter and fling
Into an abysmal mire
Wherefore edges torn they to cling

Break away, peel back another day
Fall into the flames
Say you, o’crow de’noire pray

Pray for the shadows
Hail to the lights
And watch the satellites glow

Come wind, rain and freezing snow
There will be no more
But the light that shines alone.

-Angel Maria
February 14, 2009

The Last Crow

Amatras

Weeki Wachee, United States

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