The Crow

Ark! Ark! says the crow
Perched upon a leafless tree
Looking for something I cannot see
Maybe his lover or just a company

Ark! Ark! it goes on and on
Black against the plain of snow
Searching the vastness of the frozen desert
Desperate of something only he knows best

The sun came up and shadows dissapear
The river flowed like a joyous cavalier
He finds his place in an icy green
Of a nearby flock of which he’s not in

Then shadows chased the setting sun
A day almost over yet he can’t find one
The one who’s lost yet unforgotten
The one who promised but now unseen

Ark! Ark! to the night he cracks
He find his shelter on the edge of a rock
It offers no comfort but a shelter at least
Of another biting cold night in the company of none

Ark! Ark! wishpers the crow
In a voice so tired, deep and low
If I could only see his eyes in the darkness he belongs
There will be tears but he won’t show.

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