It’s nice outside

They say

The sunlight in the trees

The shadows on the blades of grass

A gentle, cooling breeze

The clouds arranged in


Like sponges dipped in paint

The sky is blue, a gorgeous hue

A crow appears – a taint

It flits across the sky

With feathers trailing red

A crooked beak, an eerie creak

Disintegrating head

You can’t watch all the beauty now

Without the broken crow

Floating in the corner, wings

Threatening to grow

It won’t be here forever, just

As long as you’re alive

A stain upon the setting sun

The demon by your side.



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