Murder of Crows
Murder of Crows
I remember it clearly
When they gave us the news
That you hadn’t much longer to live.
With trembling hands
We re-lit the flame
and we bowed our heads
to weep
Softly
we sang you
to your sleep
As our hearts cried,
“Murder! Murder!”
Murder of Crows, they called us
When we gathered gladly
In the streets.
We walked down
the carpet red
To lay arms and crowns
at the feet of love’s altar
Gave all there was to give
to phantoms that no longer sit
at love’s throne.
Our sacrifices were a murder.
Murder.
Murder of crows, they called us
When we gathered madly
In the streets.
Veiled in sorrow
we left the crimson shores
Midnight blue darkness and water
urging us on to a shore
we knew we might never
embark upon.
6 swords lay guard
and we had to protect the children
Floating
we became love’s refugees
Fleeing from war
and murder.
Murder.
Murder of Crows, they called us
when we screamed madly
in the streets –
“Murderers! Murderers!”
Murder of Crows, they called us
when we gathered sadly
in the streets.
August 2017
