THE CROE TOLLS

Not bells but a crow

THE CROE TOLLS

Not bells, but a crow found its way to my soul

Warrant bestowed at the hearing of the toll

Thy shadow from my slumber is not of my flesh nor bone

Nor is the fate of thy shadow; I no longer own

Splinters rain from knocking deeds of where a crow has perched

Rapping, tapping on the orb on the dead-post of wood

The crow speaks, speaks to me of the toll the Reaper seeks

Rasping, scratching from its beak, the toll from the crow speaks

"I am not the raven that quoth of thy grim sorrow for your grief

I am the Croe from a murder of crows, summon souls like a thief

Judgment willed for your internal sleep, never again will you dream

Never heard by the living, I have stitched thy departed scream

I am the Croe from a murder of crows, summon souls like a thief "

By silent winds, it came through a door that creaks

The verdict of my soul is what the Croe seeks

A nightfall regret occurs when the Croe summons; you must heed his toll

I plead "guilty" ! And departed from shadow, peacefully with the crow

-E. Croe