Crows in the graveyard (Jest a poem)

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Crows in a Graveyard

Knocking on dead ends door

Searching for the last thing these muted souls can offer

The dismal display of their parade plays out before me as I look on with disdain

This dark wave of beasts these hungry creatures eerily make no sound

They mock the inhabitants as they dance over their beds

Through a glass window am I condemned to watch. Unable to aid the sleeping.

Time to be kept and meetings to be attended bar me from their desperate need

Even now I see the communion of black monsters waiting for death to feed them

I hope you never have to see the Crows in the Graveyard.


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