A Kingdom of Sinister Crows

Once upon a midnight,

I awoke and turned around.

I heard an eerie, evil, cawing sound.

By the grave, I spotted the jet-black crow.

On that night, my soul froze.

Much I marveled at this giant, peculiar crow,

Sitting atop a long branch above the crumbled grave.

His caws a mocking laugh, as if he found something funny.

“A crow” chuckled I, “Yes, a big, black, terrifying crow!”

I sat engaged and entranced, unable to move as it flapped its majestic wings,

And left me all alone.

Now I am always dreaming about the

Ominous crow- tormentor of my dreams.

Invading my mind day and night

Deep into the darkness fearfully I go,

Into a kingdom full of sinister crows.