as u run through the darkness a darkness darker than night and u strugle to hear nothing for it is too dark for sight u see a swift shadow as it crosses the dim moonlight the fear inside overwhelms and u speed up your flight. with a loud thudding crash, u fall, an end to ur race the twisted root of a tree holds your frail body in place u look up from the ground but see nothing but space u cant see ur bloody hand in front of your face u wish u could sleep u long for a bed but the heavy hands of fear keep u looking ahead a large black bird swiftly flys past your head u to turn and see The Crow but u are already dead.
Reason for writing:
Just a poem I wrote for my nickname, Crow. Please excuse any grammer errors, i scribble these in notebad.
Birth sign: Aries
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