The Crow is a poem written by ELI. ELI is an eighteen-year-old who loves exploring different genres from poetry to short stories. ELI feels that she sees stories around her and is obliged to put them down.
Here I sit, in the shadow of the little black crow
Back and forth here, from today till the morrow
Eyes almost as black, skin greying like ash
I wait, and hope for the last and final lash
My rare comfort I find in knowing I’ll be soon swallowed in the cast of your shadow
Oh, wait sweet crow, hold on for a minute would you
Till I finish everything I ought to do?
Or will your mercy be sweet and fast
Like the forgotten memory of my first lover’s kiss
Oh, I had hoped the remembrance would last
So, will this be my bliss?
No tears now, it’s you and I now
We both know, we both expect the entrance to the eternal abyss
Oh, I hope the honey gold steps you’ll lead me on the morrow
Not the bright hot flames I seem to see, the one that never stops to grow
My soul, I hold on to finding your mate in his soulless grip
A sense of surety I beg, would you provide?
A sense of knowing before the final leap
To send my soul to sleep and my acts to reap
No matter, the silver ladder, or the brimstone steps, with you the final decision I rest.
I await to be in your presence again,
To bask in the warmth of your heat.
The finality of this moment do I hold on to.
The everlasting eternity, just a step from my seat.