I glanced back at the old oak tree,
hoping that my eyes had tricked me
It was no joke,
it was the Death Crow
It had stared at me with its cold, dark eyes
It pierced through my soul, and i looked to the sky
And i shouted 'Is it really true, is it my time? '
But of course the sky answered no reply
The Death Crow darted without warning,
leaving me no time for mourning
My heart raced,
i awaited my fate
But I opened my eyes,
To a surprise
The Death Crow had took someone else's life,
not mine
I still was not relieved, after all that had been done
Because i knew that The Death Crow would be back,
and my time would come
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is amazing I had chills