The spirit of the crow is what
i grately do admire from a far
caw caw caw i hear him calling
and crying up to the Lord for help
to ease the pain that is haunting his
tattered & scared up soul of forlore
for he is the black prince full of grace to base
to seek revenge upon all of the scum that shot
him and his son
and sent the both of them to watery grave of fun
his arisen & suffering wlll suddenly be the death of them .
* This poem is all mine , May 9, 2005 8:00 pm *