I wrote a poem that was trying to encapsulate an unhappy existence, one which you feel bound to and you feel as if you are no more than a thing in a system. Thank you for reading. :) <3 Just a poem about ravens and angels :)
The murder of crows. They tormented him.
Haiku inspired by crows sitting on tombstones. A conversation with a crow
Thoughts on a winter night, sat by the fire. if you put enough crows in a room they will write their own beautiful nonsense song If you've been to the Night Hall before, you know that you'll never see the same thing twice. It stands to reason that many visitors return daily to view the products and talents, lest they miss somet... One of the longer poems I’ve written, and one of very few with even basic rhyming.