A Crow's Last Song

Gather at dusk
Upon the branches and powerlines
The dreaded omen of a coming endtime
The sun has set
Darkness has descended upon the city like a curtain closing at the end of an act

The dissonate caw of the crow's song
While 5 more come to sing along
The night is still young and the moon shall rise
Yet to stay hidden behind the rolling clouds in the skies.