The Crows Call

Awaken from death a cruelty of great evil Griefed and haunted of a death greater than his own A love lost without any form of retrieval Revenge seeped and villains in due to atone Dark as night and as Black as a crow Drifting through like a ghost of shadows Ending the existence of every treacherous foe A creeping threat greater than any other to oppose Brought upon themselves their own suffering By feather and by blade, he hunts Cursed by a pain greater than any wound uncovering Death befall them all to see lost love flourish once Tears and blood are steeped in this love story of death Finally able to resign to a grave with one final breath