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Black Crows
Black Crows follow me
Wherever I go
Maniacal cawing and
The flapping of strong
Ebony feathered wings
Are my constant companions
I feel if I stand still
For even a moment
They will attack
And feast on my flesh
Consuming my body
Releasing my soul
Into a vast unknown
The very thought of which
Makes me shake
With terror and dread
So I move faster and faster
Filling my days
With endless activity
Never daring
To enjoy an
Reflective moment
Of silent stillness
Sometimes I move
With such intensity
And reckless abandon
That the crows are
Momentarily forgotten
But each night
When I close my eyes.
Black crows come
Home to roost
In my sleeping brain
Constantly watching
Constantly plotting
Constantly flapping
Their muscled wings
Waiting for that moment
Where they will finally
Find me alone
And unprepared
And they will pounce
And I will be
No more
