The Crow Poem by Amelie Ison
The Crow
There is a crow that always follows me:
A master of shadow—
His dark black wings full of mystery and evil;
His cunning dots for eyes.
Always watching; always waiting…
And even when I fall asleep, he waits
For me there; to peck out my eyes
Until I have two little black holes, just like him.
So we are one and the same, this crow and I,
But I do not want to be.
Why should I be a crow, forced to taunt?
Some hypocrite I would be. This crow
Is a master of shade. He wants me to join his murder,
For we are one and the same:
Him and I.
2) as I said maybe, the crow loves you. May I invite you to read my poem "The Swan And Me"?
Loved this poem. The crow, you say, is a "he". It could be just that he loves you, and maybe Lusts you. He is cunning. But why do you think he wants you to join in his nefarious activities?
Again, I don't know why you equate yourself with a crow; only you know that; I came here by accident as Poem Hunter keeps sending me to this poem when I click the Dead Poets poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I really doubt that you and the crow, crows are the same, blend into each ot