The Crow Poem by Prithwish Biswas

The Crow

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Over loaded sadness can make the face white with no emotion.
I keep the heart with the shadow every drops of tears mix with the every drops of blood makes the black commotion.
With no emotion there also makes a face that hides the pain in the darkness with the love.
Every man got a story with a tears behind his back.
In a stormy night I wake up with the vengeance
I am finding it to hard to stay in the light I sleep in the night for dreams to calm me.
I will live and spawn upon those who tried to burn me
I will be the one with the dark feathers every now and then it will shine in the light of thunder.
I feel those pains in my eyes every now and then there will be vengeance in those fearful streets and freedom.
I am the crow saying this to every loved one with all my strength I will take those men to hell those who took mine life.
There will not be any men to destroy those lives but there will be a shadow of angel with shape of spawn.
Feel this crow coming to you in the night with a pain to gain the happiness of children in the Halloween.
Every night there will be a crow singing in every morning for the new day.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: epical,fantasy,heroism
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