Jeffrey The Crow
I sit here all alone, for I have nowhere else to go.
I sit here all alone, just me and my crow.
How many times have we shared, how many dreams have we left in despair.
And now I am all alone.
All alone with my crow.
Its glassy eyes glare at me from above, asking about what I have done.
But I had to do it, you see, for a higher good all it was to be.
The lies he told, about honor, glory and wonders untold.
It was all just a façade, just a plain, empty mirage.
And now I sit here, wailing in my darkness, watching as my final sun sets.
My best friend, my darkened crow, still reminds me that I am here and have nowhere to go.
To take my life away, would be a shame, because then my soul he would easily gain.
But I digress, for a story must be told, about me and my crow.
Since I knew for myself, he was there with me.
Always filling my dark days with glee
And when no one came near, he approached
my faithful companion Jeffrey the crow.
Such a delight, Jeffrey was to be around
and to hear his screeching sound.
After some time, I began to see
that this dark feathered creature understood what it was like for me.
Both of us were feared and exiled by many
and both of were understood by nobody.
The crow is often called a thief
because it takes the jewels that do not belong to it.
But Jeffrey would never steal from me, or anybody.
He understood my pain, and my torment he happily gained.
The crow and I bonded more and more
As the weeks, months and years passed on so.
It followed me everywhere I went, so I decide to adopt it
because what the heck.
After the painstaking years of high school life ended,
I decided to move out, from my parent’s basement,
And live in a new life in my lonesome apartment.
I decorated it, by my taste
the dark allure filled it with grace
and a special place was set for thee
my dear and loving Jeffrey.
A single skull over the collected works of Edgar Allan Poe
was the place where my crow would gleefully go.
Like he knew to whom, did we belong
away from master’s throne, Jeffrey would never roam.
Years went by, time slowly died.
Yet I remained stuck in my endless stride.
I worked for the longest of time
writing tales of darkness with rhyme.
But unrecognized I remained
and a new fear I began to base.
I feared I would be left behind
as time would surely pass me by.
That I would die without a trace
that I would be a complete disgrace.
So I invoked the powers of the demon lord himself
to help me pass eternity’s cruelest test.
I took out my ancient scrolls
I looked upon ‘Forbidden doors’.
And as I read from the hidden tome
A wicked smile began to grow.
A chalk and ancient words were all I need
to complete this immoral deed.
I drew a pentagram on my floor
and started to chant from my dark scroll.
The crow gawked a warning sign
and it pecked me right in the eye.
In anger I began to profess
The words I have come to regret.
“Stupid bird what have you done
the process has already begun”
I exclaimed and turned away
as my vision blurred a dark haze.
As the hellish fire filled my chamber
a monstrous beast arose from ember.
The beast turned to me and said
“Mere mortal, to this you will be led!
Say your wish now
or don’t wake me again”
In fear I began to tremble
As I spoke the words of ember.
“Oh the great demon from under
before my soul to hell you plunder.
Fulfill my only need
for to be famous is all I plead”
The demon scoffed
and the demon roared
“As you said
it shall be foretold.
But before you wish can come true
there is one last thing you must do
“What is it my evil lord
just tell me and it shall be foretold”
“Sacrifice just your crow
And you dreams and honor will come also”
“Why must I sacrifice the life of my darling crow
I do not wish to see it go”
“If you want, the body shall remain
But it’s life, it will never gain”
I hesitated for a minute or so
but then I said, with my heart full of woe
“If it has to be
then finish your heinous deed”
The demon roared and flamed
as my life now was filled with fame.
He kept his promise
Oh, it was so
but it wasn’t the way I wanted
to be remembered in this world.
A monster he had made me
a monster from which everybody began to flee.
A monster embuked with the taste for flesh
A monster which will only be released in death.
The media had named me
‘A murderer with a crow’ you see.
And I was forced to flee
to survive in this world, just my stuffed crow and me.
No more will my crow gawk
with glee
no more will its eyes see me.
Now I wander the land
hoping one day to take it all back.
If I could turn back the time
to that hell spawn contract
I would have never signed.
To hear it gawk one last time
That wonderful crow of mine.
But I know I am damned to roam
Just me and my stuffed crow
