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Folklore from ages ago
Myriad tales of ugly woe
Fabled crime by evil foe
A creature, the heinous crow
Ugly were its feathers dark
Along with eyes, oh so stark
Death as its infamous mark
Cawing their demands, hark
Murder travels in a pack
Searching for a dying snack
Preying within swarms of black
Leaving gore in their track
Carriers of the blight
Flying high, out of sight
Feasting upon losing light
They devour fallen knight
Fiends that own the sky
Waiting for your time, nigh
Escape your fate, you may try
Say your prayers and die
Myriad tales of ugly woe
Fabled crime by evil foe
A creature, the heinous crow
Ugly were its feathers dark
Along with eyes, oh so stark
Death as its infamous mark
Cawing their demands, hark
Murder travels in a pack
Searching for a dying snack
Preying within swarms of black
Leaving gore in their track
Carriers of the blight
Flying high, out of sight
Feasting upon losing light
They devour fallen knight
Fiends that own the sky
Waiting for your time, nigh
Escape your fate, you may try
Say your prayers and die
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I toyed with the idea of this and decided to finally post it. This is a Halloween poem for a contest by
I can't recall the name of this poem style, but each line in the stanza must rhyme.
Crows used to swarm battlefields and help clean the mess. They survive to this day, so have their ways changed?
UPDATE I got first place!!!
I can't recall the name of this poem style, but each line in the stanza must rhyme.
Crows used to swarm battlefields and help clean the mess. They survive to this day, so have their ways changed?
UPDATE I got first place!!!
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