Passionate Souls - The Crow

The Crow                                For J.B.

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 files
             through a mock autumn sky,
under the bold expanse
          of his wing,
I shall follow him
           feel 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.