Crow Poetry Title

The Hunter

By Crow Mistress

 

The crow looked down,
his eye searching, hunting.

The yearning felt in his heart,
yet the feeling unknown.

Looking to place the soul,
who is lost and lonely.

Retribution awaiting,
Vengeance is near.

Righting the wrong,
it all seems so clear.

 

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