Dark Messenger

I am the dark
black feathered truth
Fortune teller
Of fear and doom

Fly with me
Up through a tree
Climb through the branches
of eternity

Born from gold yoke
A crystal ball
Of birth and growth
Sooth sayer to all

So close your eyes
And hear my call
What am I?
Can you tell? Can you tell?

I am the dark
Black feathered truth
Nest with me
Never to return

November 30, 2012 | Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized | Tags: crow, dark, messenger, poetry | Leave a comment