The character of a crow is a harrier to the most
It's scarier for it's terror and very stern in it's prose
The evil in it's eyes seem feeble through it's disguise
It's equal to an eagle, though lethal throughout it's mind
It's soul shadowed by darkness.. cold, shallowed and artless
It's heart sparks the harshness where it marks its' target
A heartless being seeking a harmless carcass
It leaps far aches just to carve n' harvest
Poised in position with the choice of it's victim...
It's vindictive and depicted with no remorse for inflictions
Soaring miles through the clouds, forcing child's into shrouds
Morbid, wild and profound is the style of this hound
A living mystery... giving misery upon the innocent
We've witnessed it's wicked imagery, given it's difference
It's lives for bloodlust, you must run when it's choosing who's disposed
But it's just the ugly truth about the beauty of the crow...