Crow Lore

We sit and watch the world go by

On fences long and oak trees high

The waxing moon the setting sun

We are the crows of Albion

We chronicle the human ways

Their restless nights and confused days

Mother, daughter, father, son

We are the crows of Albion

Our stories written down in books

Guarded well by crows and rooks

And no one knows what we ...

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I am sorry 
to see you go,
but know you 
will fare well.

You survived hell
and have a great 
story to tell.

I know our paths 
were meant to cross
and count your departure 
as a big loss.

Even though you may 
drift far away, 
your essence remains.

Our lives are 
forever changed
from your soul flames 
and star dust.  
 

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Son, listen and listen well

This here book is the last existing copy of it's kind

It was written by Jan Helmfried Otto

His ideaologies didn't sit well with the you know... the unmentionables

So the books went from hot of the press and into the flames

Well, most of them, but we managed to save this one from the furnace

And now you have used it as paper mache to create a volcano fo...

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~~In The Beginning

leaving marks
that’s all we’re doing
leaving marks

daubed on cave walls
scratched on parchment
prodded into submission
on a plastic keyboard

blood ink
drying
becoming permanent

or
crossed through
with a graphite swipe
erased by rubber
white paint
lost

ideas and musings
bold statements
of intent
waxing lyrical
outpourings
of joy
of hate
of love
...

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The sun had set at its usual hour

bringing excitement for a new found desire

of a book of mischeif or maybe magical power

we ran to the couch with an eager thrill

and daddy read as we listened still

as we hung to every suprising and unexpected word with will

Witches and forests that were frozen

to adventerous journeys unchosen

each word that was read

had d...

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