The Crow

Just a little poem that I may add to in future. Yes, it is a reference to a gothic film called The Crow. Long live Brandon Lee!

The crow flew above me like death's shadow,

As I climbed from my resting place.

Eternal peace was not to be mine,

I thought as I wiped dirt from my face.

Stumbling and falling constantly,

I blindly followed the crow.

Never questioning how or why,

My pain quickly began to grow.

The death of my love deserved revenge,

Both our deaths would be avenged.

I am here.

But I am not.

Somehow I know this place.

My memories have forgot.

This room is death,

But one firelight survives.

A small white cat wanders to my feet,

It's soul refuses to die.

I crush myself to the ground,

As pain rips through my mind.

Death from a thousand sides,

It feels like I will not survive.

Pushed by the flashback,

I relive the memory.

Jumping from the shattered window,

My hands stop my trajectory.

Staring at my bloodied hands,

Surely I am wounded.

But the cuts have already healed,

I stare, my mind unclouded.

The dirty mirror reflects me,

Ghost-white is my face,

I laugh at the irony,

And the emotion I do embrace.

The make-up that now covers my face,

Reflects what I feel inside,

White then black cascades down my cheeks,

Reminding me of my bride.

I know now who I seek,

The evil people involved.

A dark Devil's Night it was,

Where my hopes and dreams dissolved. 

He dares to defy me,

Though I am his better?

I stab Tin-Tin with his own knives,

And laugh as the blood trickles wetter.

The engagement ring,

A final memento of my last life.

The day before I was due,

To make Shelley my wife.

He heard me a-rapping,

And now his punishment awaits,

I find the ring eventually,

And return to see his pupils dilate.

I walk out of the shop,

Calm and free.

I turn and shoot the shotgun,

Fire explodes in front of me.

I know that he lives,

I meant him to.

So he can tell the others,

What I am going to do.

Morphine in his veins,

And in those of another,

He shoots me in the hand,

The wound quickly heals over.

I take his gun,

And shoot him in the thigh.

And drag him to the bathroom,

The last place he will lie.

The girl is frightened,

As I take her arm.

I draw out the drugs,

And send her away without harm.

When will they find him,

Death in his veins?

Syringes are in Funboy's chest,

I hope that he dies in extreme pain.

I return to the man who saw the crime,

Knowing he will understand.

The suffering that was his memories,

Are now mine as I touch his hand.

30 hours of not-death,

Belonged to my love.

Mine ended so quickly,

And the crow took me from above.

I find that the free man has been tattling,

To everyone.

Yet Top-Dollar doesn't believe him,

And murders him because he thought he won.

I kidnap T-Bird,

While the other is too busy.

When he finally realizes,

He drives so fast it makes him dizzy.

But already it is too late,

As T-Bird has his death in his own hands.

I drive him off the pier,

The car explodes, spreading his corpse across the lands.

Before I leave the pier,

I take some gasoline.

Walking with my back to the fire,

The crow remains at the scene.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Winter of '97]

Havent seen the movie, but LOVE IT! You are so talented! Keep it up!(: