The Last Call of the Crow
By Thomas Catyb
I soar through clouds in darkness of the night,
The sun blocked out by wings of angels true,
I seek the day where I can be in light,
Where black skies turn to a brilliant blue.
For now my world has been in disarray,
Falling apart without a second thought,
There is now only night no longer day,
What was once the sun is now an ink blot.
The world seems to be eternally dark,
Explosions and fires burn in our minds,
Threats no longer idle like a dog bark,
Faster and stronger grows the flow of crime.
But on the horizon something does glow,
If we survive the last call of the crow.
