A Murder crowned the tops of trees
Winter bare as yet to leaf Just lazy flew but one or two
And mild their raucous sombre
They eyed my eye’s
As tasty morsel’s
As I eyed theirs Of Jet black portals
Feather gowned these shadow mortals
Thus paid heed gave token
A Yggdrasil seed In Mossy purse
Touched blood stained red From Blackthorns curse
To go about my way no worse
As I as living carrion
Away then Murder all but one
Who landed near Took gift Then gone
Though cousins of her came to clatter
And seven was their number
Of what I leant I can not tell
As silent as a wishing well
Where midnight tolls a lonely bell
Beneath the water frozen
With feather of the black I write
A wing tip moment as the flight
Beyond our mortal lifes delight
Of harmony both dark and light
Without each other known as born
There is no dusk
There is no dawn
As murder crowns the trees once more
This spring to make their rookery.
