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THE CROW
21:59 Jun 23 2008
Times Read: 596

I was a victim of a murdered tragedy

That my girl was killed in the same story

Embraced bloody death of our sweet harmony

So our love ended without a great glory.



In the graveyard of too much agony

The black bird came and has calling me

Awaken my soul and my dead body

And rearrange my long lost memory.



I was raised from the underground

And got a chance to live another round

But when I make every step in the ground

I’ve heard sadness in the same sound.



I remembered all the sorrows and pains

The every tear we shared in the rain

And in a dark light the grief will always remain

So it’s time my love, to make a cruel revenge.



The crow gave me my immortal life

Now I have the power to fight

Living with no fears, no reason to fright

I’ll just put the wrong things right.

Dark Dreams
21:56 Jun 23 2008
Times Read: 597

the darkest of dreams are those we hold close to our heart

in these hollow places we hide our pain

for once in a while a dream expires

under the crushing weight of possibilities

and in the space it leaves a corpse

of half forgotten fancies

our hearts are graveyards for broken dreams

and fate has made us walking tombs

we bury ourselves alive inside

and only the poppies above know of the beauty beneath

and only the poppies

Creatures of the Night
21:55 Jun 23 2008
Times Read: 599

Look beyond the sunset and watch the sun bid farewell

As the moon calls its welcomes to the souls

That look for the sign as they creep out from their hollows

In which they hide from the burning sun

They erupt like the violent crimson lava

Stalking the shadows as they creep around sleeping trees,

Oblivious to these demonic creatures of the silent night



We creep down close to the earth

Which protects us from the vile creatures of the day

Who hunt us mercilessly with no care for our nature

And how we have come to be, and exist alongside them

They do not care for our animalistic hunger

And our thirst for their liquid of life

So warm flowing through our veins

It lets us live one more night in peace



As our soiled cloaks follow us faithfully

We seek out our prey, like it was meant to be

And we do not remember how we came to be

We are just existing, because we can

And because there is no mortal death for the likes of us

So we comb through the weeds and the tall grasses

Weaving in and out seeking our fill for tonight



The moon hides behind a cloud, offering us cover

Allowing us to hunt in pure darkness

So the likes of you will not see us

As we unleash our weapons and take what nature made

Like a simple cycle, you are the cause of our existence

And now you must pay the price for hunting



We can melt into the shadows unlike you

And we can stalk for hours on end

Not tiring or needing to stop for breath

Because ours just stops still.



The first ray of light

Our alarm to go back to our hollows

And seek solitude under the kind earth

As she protects us like our mothers did so long ago

So we may be born again into the night

And stalk and take from you

What you take away from us each and every day

The Crow Still Flies”
21:22 Jun 23 2008
Times Read: 603




Somewhere in the world today,

A crow flies all alone.



As buildings burn, and people die.

It watches sorrow sewn.



A heavy heart, it carries on,

Searching for the lone.



But where or where is Brandon Lee?

Has he gone back to his home?



The sadness is too much to bear,

Without his presence here.



So what are we supposed to do,

But watch and wait in fear?



I looked up in that sky so dark,

And in its clouds I saw



A sleek black bird that flew alone,

And bade a mournful caw.



It flew down from amongst the stars,

And settled in my hands.



I then looked in its deep black eyes,

And saw what it demands.



For whomever it had left hell for,

It could not find at all.



And it made me wonder, made me wonder…

Was Brandon Lee it’s call?



I let the crow escape my hold,

And watched it disappear.



Something soft rolled down my cheek…

Was that my fear? No just a tear.



Without Lee’s soul, the crow still flies,

And continues on unknown.



Somewhere in the world today,

A crow flies all alone.