Rooks (Work In Progress) Poem by Paul Wilson

Rooks caw rooks
It's too, too late.
Don't stay, don't wait
it's too, too late!

Moon belt, ice melt
Fly once, then die!
Look back and sigh
It's far too late!

Black rooks that fly
Into blood red sky
They fly so high
That could be why
It's too, too late

Black rooks, I hate
Your poisonous bait
Your spiteful jokes
Your crooked fate
Don't look, don't wait!

If I may make one black guess, I'd say
That it's not laughter, or tears
That mean that now
After all these years
It's too, too late.