The Crow

Just the eyes of a beast I cannot see

For the same darkness encompasses him, as encompasses me.

If a dream, be it a nightmare

For he sees the broken chandelier

Does he know? Can he?

He caws; but that caw cannot speak

Not in words I understand, like the eyes that flash again.

If he knows, they all know. Can this be the end?

This morning it was the begining,

but sun sets and darkness sets in, and darkness is winning. 

If I could catch him I could end it. Could I blame a chandelier on a crow?

Easier than to mend it. No one else needs to know. 

Just the eyes of a beast I cannot see

For the same darkness encompasses him as encompasses me.