Six Of Crows Poem by Brielle Kellems

Six Of Crows



Crows of a feather
Murder together

The first crooked crow, all broken and bent
Is a cold, twisted demon, and from hell, he was sent
He's calculating and cruel
Stealing every little trinket and jewel

The second crooked crow, all shadowed and hushed
Moves like a wraith and no job is rushed
She's pious and scarred
And keeps her heart on its guard

The third crooked crow, all sharp-eyed and risky
From humble beginnings, he's quick-witted and frisky
He loves metal and guns
And from the law, he always runs

The fourth crooked crow, all powerful and flirty
Grew up spoiled, her hands never dirty
She's smart and she's strong
Still fixing all she's done wrong

The fifth crooked crow, all reserved and moral
He's brave and strong and never runs from a quarrel
He's lived in solitude and strife
But is working to start a new life

The sixth crooked crow, all sheltered and smart
Grew up mistreated, but loved music and art
Now he's on his own
Relearning all he's ever known

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This poem was inspired by Leigh Bardugo's novel Six of Crows.
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