Crow Song

Crow Song

So it is bid, so it may be
Never do let the crow sing for thee
If you hear their ancient song
Then, my dear, pray you’ve heard wrong
Cause once the curse is placed
Not even angels can save your grace

The song of the crow is the first sign
Satan has heard you, and said “She’s mine.”
The second sign is when your veins turn black
Your blood now a sin, and marking the pact
You’ve got no choice, but follow now
Your soul, your mind, your actions all hell bound

Iridescent your irises turn
Now the pain as you begin to burn
Suddenly all weight is washed from your bone
Wings grow out, and bones grow strong
Your body now a symphony
composed for lust and vanity

Pale and petite with daemon eyes
Your lips just weave webs of lies
Forever trapped on earth until the end of days
Chaos wreaks and humans pay
For all the things you’ve suffered and hate
Sorrow and Wrath have become your names as of late

No matter who your were before
Now you a monster of folk lore
The curse upon you may never be broken
Once the song heard, and once the sin spoken
Seeking salvation is like spinning straw to gold
An impossible task, or so we are told

So it is bid, so it may be
Let this poem serve as a warning to thee
Mother’s watch your daughter’s words
And never let her sing with the black birds
Or else she may just become trapped
A concubine on Satan's lap