She rides on the backs of crows

And shrieks with them in the night

It chills the blood

She is them

They are her

They are here

A black mass

Of feathers

They are her wings

Carrying her where no man’s arms can reach

Will they be coming for me next?

The crows

They have no song but pain

But that they sing with passion

Longing for another to carry

Longing for another to join them

They need to take someone with them

Without another they cannot cross over

So they take what they can find

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Heedless of the cost

It costs them nothing to carry you over

You are their payment, their toll

But it’s a one way ticket

To bring you home they must embrace you

You must accept them as part of you

You must become as one with the crows

Only then will you return

Only then can you live again

Only then can you have her once more

If only for a time

You must surrender yourself.

Surrender

That Part of you

Which allows you

To Feel

~

©1996 Adam Stuart Littman