The Crow


I have seen this crow
standing atop the gravestone
I know it's the same crow
because of the battle scars
marking its claws and beak
I have seen this crow
when I bury a comrade
it stares at the
crowd, the casket, then me
I hate seeing the crow
every time I lay a comrade to rest
I know it's the same crow
because of the battle scars
marking its claws and beak
I have tried to kill the
crow but it always eludes me
I have lost my faith along
the way, the crow is always
there when I visit my comrades
maybe if I regain my faith
the crow will go away but for the time being
I have lost my way

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