Crow. February 7, 2024 ~ thehermitofeverything They declare themselves bold,Forged in wind scraped shadow,A murder,A deluge,A storm,They rise ink dipped,Feather edged,Claw and beak,Talon and wing,They ascend in charcoal,Disperse in noise,They have no need of song. Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestEmailLike Loading... Published by thehermitofeverything View all posts by thehermitofeverything