Crows Fly at Night

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Crows fly at night
Dawn wakens bright
Red with blood and death
As we lay the wreath
Perfect in our sight

Crows sing at dawn
New world is born
Red with death and blood
Ushers in a god
Heaven plundered, torn

Crows soon depart
Broken like hearts
Red with blood and loss
Each must pay the cost
Promised at the start

(c) Helen M Valentina 2020

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to Crows Fly at Night

  1. Yikes, Helen. Good one.

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