One wings of white
feathers agleam,
is brought the news.
The white crow screams:
"The dead they walk
skin pale as snow,
tonight they come,
empty eyes aglow!"
The white crow,
those eyes of blood
see destruction,
rivers will flood.
On borrowed time,
the living flee.
"Too slow you fools!"
The white crow shrees.
A warning brought,
no one will heed.
The dead they walk,
the living bleed.
Spoiler! :
Gender:
Points: 1778
Reviews: 70