Fifteen Crows

Fifteen crows on a crumbling wall,

Stare at you as you fall,

Down the stairs, into the night.

Their job done, they take flight.

Fifteen crows along the street,

Fifteen crows you don't wanna meet.

Caw in silence as they watch with joy,

The roaring bus squash the prancing boy.

Fifteen crows up in the tree,

Look into the house with unbridled glee.

As they watch the Father snap,

The neck of the Mother in her afternoon nap.

Fifteen crows, I knew them well,

Brought them forth from the fires of Hell,

Forged their claws as the Devil did smirk,

As my hands did His dirty work.

Fifteen crows, I bear the pain,

Of all life's misery and its shame.

Of losing to the dying breath

Of losing to the must of Death.

Fifteen crows, they are my fault.

Yet their evil I cannot halt.

So all I can do is sing this song,

In an attempt to right my wrong.

Fifteen crows, their shadows fall,

Ringing out their carrion call,

As they gather to gaze,

Upon the girl choking in haze,

Upon the baby falling asleep,

In an unnatural heap,

Upon the man on the edge,

Leaping the ledge,

Upon the world on its brink,

And Death toasting a drink.

Fifteen crows up in the air,

If you see them do beware,

For the Dark Gods laugh as you dare,

live.