New poem. hope it doesn't suck....
Crow Children
They call us Crow Children.
They call us the eaters of flesh,
the giants,
the half-breeds begot in sin.
They call us Crow Children.
We are forced to hide our wings.
If we are not taken,
survival is the eating of carrion.
They call us Crow Children.
Evil seekers,
the ones who tempt men to sin.
They call us Crow Children.
We are Nephilim.
Instead of comments this time, I need some replies to this poem. If you can, be poetical. If not, prose is fine.
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Oh, why, Crow Children?
Why have you fallen?
Why do you torment us so?
Oh, how, Crow Children?
How could you stoop so low?
Who is this that calls out my name?
Is it the Crow children, hoping
I'll join in their twisted game?
What do you expect of me,
What do you ask,
You Crow Children,
What is your task?
I can only last so long
So long, yet so short.
I can only hope that
I can sing one last song.
xd Wow, I'm amazed I actually came up with that! eek domokun