The Friendly Murder
A woman walked the wood's embrace,She sought a friendly murder.
Her hair shone bright as the Blackbird's song,
Like Ravens sat on her shoulders.
The woman called out, the birds called back,
And they took off to the sky.
For all women know, when midnight's winds blow,
There's more than one way to fly.
A woman walked the wood's embrace,
She'd found her friendly murder.
That volitant dance was but a dalliance
Yet she had to take it further.
The woman called out and I called back.
Now I know why the Corvus cry.
For that woman be the death of me,
There was a yearning in her eye.
So now I walk the wood's embrace,
To seek a friendly murder.
The woman's path I have to trace,
"Turn back" the birds they murmur.
For the forest is no place for man to be,
At midnight all alone.
That woman who traded her grace for flight,
Has now the countenance of a crone.
As I escaped the wood's embrace,
She sought to cause my murder.
Her eyes shone dark as the Rook's sharp beak,
Like Ravens crawling over her shoulders.
Through shimmering air she swooped at me
Her familiars in tow,
Through shimmering spells she captured me,
My form now that of a Crow.
We walked into the wood's embrace,
We are the Friendly Murder.
We're the magic of the midnight winds,
We bring a kindly death to our beholder
Poetry by CJ Perrin
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Written on 2011-02-21 at 16:06
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