I am Crow

The black bird stretches his wings

they gleam green in the sun

he opens his beak, and lets his horrid cry ring

He relishes in the fear

and the pain it brings

He smirks in triumph,

as animals flee

now the forest and the sky

are his for free

I am Crow

he thinks, taking to the skies

I am Death

I control purely which dies

His wings beat

as he flies to the west

searching for the land

where the sun

is already set

Into the night

he sounds his lethal call,

his gleeful squall.

He brings death

on his long, black wings

and of suffering

he sings.

Author's Note

It's a metaphor....

Reviews

[Jay. E. V.]

THIS IS MY FAVORITE POEM OF YOURS YET. Yes that required caps. I am in love with this one. I have a thing for death symbolism, creepy I know. But I have always loved it. This is on Poe's level with a few adjustments if I may be so bold as to say it. From a contructive criticism point I would suggest you look at the word choice in these lines : "I control all that dies" -more powerful words could make this stick out, its very key here. just my opinion
"on his long black wings"- my suggestion is that instead of "wings" use something like Plumes or Feathers, and an updated adjective with them.

FOR THE RECORD: ending it on "He Sings" gave me chills. Love it. Absolutely love it. I would submit this into some contests on www.pw.org. They have free poetry contests with some excellent payouts for victory. btw=) hit me up sometime gorgeous=D havent talked to you in forever!

[jennifer little]

nice lovely work thanks for sharing ur work with me i liked it nice write beautiful work

[ba_mcfarlane]

A beautiful write

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Excellent Sophie, purely excellent

[Alex Vidmar]

This is amazing. Well done.

[Emrick]

I couldnt get the theme.if this was to come in my literature exam id surely fail.

[MandaBear]

perfection as always Sophie :)

[Forevermore]

perfect descriptions, i love big black birds, like crows, n especially ravens