A murder of crows
Perched on a rooftop
Eye a rotting carcass
Of their own
With pleasure

It was dragged
By the wind
Across the wet gravel
Feathers and blood
Mark the trail

Cold wind whips my face
The crows are watching

Even in death
The remains scream
Screams carried by the wind

But in the storm
You come to save me
A beacon
In a sea of fear

Hold me,
Let me rest my head
On your shoulder

Death's freezing hands
Burning grasp
Can't touch us

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