The Story of the Crow
There was once a man who found a crow
A dejected creature full of scars and stories to dreadful to bear
Anyone that would behold the sight of this tortured entity
Would gasp in horror and go on to say how this poor soul was made this way
That no one could change this fate
No one could help this torn spirit as all that had been done was done in part to fate
Yet this man took this crow with its broken wing and broken soul
He showered this creature full of darkness with love, warmth, and adoration
For this creature went through misery and never ceased to stop fighting
This care confused this crow for it had never been treated this way
Especially by one of its own kind
The man did not know the things that the crow did
Nor experience anything the crow had
And he did not fear as the crow had
He did not act as the bystanders had
He did not validate this creature's hurt
This man simply loved this disheartened creature
And never asked why