Crow

Trying to venture out of romance. This is an older poem.

A crow follows my footsteps,
With soot-stained claws and eyes of fiery ember;
Feathers as black as the devil's heart,
Calling out names I will forever remember.

His eyes burn with the screams of the damned,
And the pain from the lowest pits of hell.
He whispers horrors to be dealt forevermore,
And stories of misfortune and death, he tells.

He forever follows, he will never leave,
A thousand black songs he will forever sing.
His fiery eyes peirce through my dreams,
Spinning tales of death he will forever bring.