When dead is the day's light in the shadow of night beware of Old Man Crow into your veins he can flow when you see his black withered shape from a black death you cannot escape his soul is as black as wicked sin this blackness will flow deep within poisoning your soul until death Old Man Crow will steal your life breath he will leave an undead body behind you will be trapped in its poisoned mind to move again nevermore dead visions and thoughts to bore he will search for more victims to bleed you can help ease his soul stealing need if he draws near eternal death you will know beware of Old Man Crow
I've been writing since 1984.
I write poems, stories, lyrics & string haikus in a variety of genres: Horror, Nature, Inspirational, Comedy, Sexual, etc... Variety is what you will find here.
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