The Crows Caw

The crows warn me

Of what's to come

Trees covering the sky

Hovering over my

Head and I

Can't shake off

The feeling of

Breathless breaths

Countless deaths

Of dreams it seems

I walk this path

Of leaves

The moonlight

Sneaking through

The cracks of branches

Showing the darkness

To me, with patches

Of light

I might

Have a chance 

I think to myself, but then

The crows tell me so

And I know 

That I walk blindly

But light of the moon 

Will guide me

Hitting my face

So gently

On this path 

Of my future and past

Made from dried out leaves

And long lost dreams

I proceed

Leaves crunching

Beneath my feet

The crows caw 

Their notes, raw

And so I face my own defeat