568. The Dark Crows Call Out Her Name Poem by Jaden Knight

The dark crows call out her name
as she lay sprawled beneath them
her rivers of tears run steaming down her cheeks
almost evaporating as her face burns with shame

Her long white gown is torn and scorched
her broken wings hang useless from her back
the feathers have been burnt away
leaving scarred and livid flesh

There is no way for her to fly again
or even be able to rise as she once did
her descent was to rapid for her to escape
and only the ground broke her tumbling body

She lives her last moments in terror
that she will fall into darkness
all she can do is pray for death
as the dark crows call out her name