The Crow: Wings 
by - Doug Frazier 

it is night and he awakes 
his grave impression is empty 
he lifts himself up 
without lifting. 
he knows why hes here 
and he knows how to do it, 
and so he begins... 
his vengeance is fueled by passion 
his anger is fueled by love 
and his outstreched arms 
are a cry of pain... 
he opens his heart and 
opens his arms and 
he cries out into the night 
"let me fly, set me free" 
for this man is different 
this crow has wings...

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