In His Wake

Knock, knock
Who's there?
Bang,
In they came.

Down she went,
In he walked,
Seeing her,
And what had happened.

Bloodied,
Violated,
She had become.

Pop!
In the back,
A gunfire,
Broken glass.
He laid,
Resting on concrete,
Rain pouring.

She went 36 hours,
Then joined him,
Together, they were laid,
But he couldn't rest.

He returned,
Black feathers,
White face pain,
Tears, rage, a hell of a kick,
In her name.

He demanded respect,
Sought answers,
Found them,
Extracted his vengence.

In his wake, 
A flame,
An outline-
  of a bird.
The Crow.

Now he can rest,
Can fly back,
Join her,
For all time.