Unwelcome crow has come to perch,
Upon a weak and dainty shoulder;
Its weight a hindrance, its caws chaotic
Sounding in the ears of its beholder;
Casting shadows while its beady eyes
Fixate on trembling hands and knees,
Always near, in relentless pursuit,
When the frightened mortal flees;
Its presence is an untimely promise
Of an end to life, one’s final breath,
However, dying is quite irrelevant
Far worse things come after death;
No shoulder left weightless, none bare—
Defeat has turned crow into companion,
Once great, people stood on mountains
But now they plunge into the canyon;
Crows, how lovely, take one or more!
Your worth, its presence can determine,
Without absolution, ignorance is futile
For eternal is a Sinner’s Burden.
A.C. Mortale