The Crow

Loretta I see your fears
eating at the corners of your mind
One by one they creep upon you in the dark

I watched you crying
watched you dry your tears on your apron
and walk back to the kitchen

Loretta your dreams have died
your muse was thrown out with the murky bath water
and left for the foxes to pillage

Little girl, you’ve been forgotten,
the world’s eye never saw your face

Loretta your beauty’s fading
a little more each day-
you didn’t deserve this sorrow

You are just another dirty face in the crowd
and when the riots are over
we’ll have nothing left to fight for
You’ll go home to all the rotting food in your cupboards

Loretta I’m sorry for your pain,
your crying sings the children to sleep
When everything upright, falls into decay
know that my black wings eventually cover your
unsettled eyes