The Fate of a Crow Date: Sunday, 9th February 2014 @ 12:32:04 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Senates This is the coldhearted fate of a crow, Jet black feathers, Filled with sorrow, As the people turn and scream, He wakes up from that horrible dream, The job was done with no delight, Thinking of people filled with fright, As his emotions overthrew, He started hating himself through and through, The crow wanted to end this horrible nightmare, So the crow made a noose out of an angels hair, The crow put the noose around his neck, But the crow had still yet to treck, So the crow said it was usless, that it could't be, He knew that nothing would set him free, So he muttered the words under his breath, "I am the taker of life, Not the taker of death." This poem is Copyright © Senates Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=177747