crows

my failed attempt at a story XD

It was a foggy night and the wind rustled. The crow sits on a tree, waiting, waiting, watching. He doesn’t move an inch, simply perched on a tree. You think it would be a full moon but you’re wrong. The moon was waning until the sky wad engulfed in darkness. The crow remained still, while the wind ruffled its feathers. He still sat motionless. What was he waiting for? Sitting in trees that are bare?

We will never know unless you look closer and you see that, his eyes give him away. When you look in his eyes you see yourself. Behind you is a hooded figure with a cart and a candle, nearly gone out. You turn around to see death at your elbow saying your candle is about to be snuffed out. He pinches the flame and you fall in his cart. Looks like the waning moon has become anew. The sky was filled with a numb darkness but only you will never see it lit up again. Now the crow continues to wait till the next person walks by and, looks into its eye. 

Reviews

[Jess Holden]

I love thiss :D great imagry!

[Lily Mae]

I love it..xx