The Crow

The Crow flies at night

He shuns all light

In the darkness he fades

Talons cutting like blades

The Crow flies at night

Never afraid of a fight

Beak like an arrow

Piercing the sparrow

The Crow flies at night

Disappearing from sight

Wings like sails

Causing mens courage to fail

The Crow flies at night

Flying at great height

He looks down with sharp sight

As he soars in the freedom of flight

To Deaths Dark Domain he descends

With a will of iron that won't bend 

To sit at his master's side

In him,only, will he confide

In this place of freezing fire

Where the master never tires

With no bright light in sight

The mans soul will not fight

The Crow flies at night