| If I said I was falling would it make concern for you with murders perched high overhead calling come to me take my breath away as the crow flies through a mock auttumn sky under the bold expanse of his wing I shall follow him feeling his fleeting call like a chill of glory bringing such sweet delight I covet the forbidden fragments of his soul I shall surrender unto the macabre entities that hide behind my eyes boasting their melancholy as I fall in love with the darkness and the crow. |
| The Crow |
| Copyright Erica D'Hondt 2005 |
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