What is a Crow?

What is a crow?

But black and slow

Darkness in its heart

Empty from the start

A speck in the winter

A blot in the sky

The last thing to come

And eat out your eye

Friend of the cadaver

That make murder gather

Who told good fortune

To embody death?

And garner heroes

In the shadowy depth

Without hands

Yet they devise

Mysterious ways

With blackened eyes

Once the end is near

Are always found

As death lays you out

Across the ground

And with the sigh

Of your final breath

You peer into the sky

Blotted by feathered shadows

Who peer so heavily

Into the eye that is thine!