Life is so primitive...from the beginning there were just few ways to get birth.Death is such more entertaining,every now and then a new way is found

The crow,december first

The shattered wind,

Blows cold in the harsh winter of december.

The sky is being conquered by heavy clouds

Everywhere is dark,but the moon still shines bright.

Leting me see a shadow long as an blink of an eye.

Not knowing if is a man or a beast,

Blaming my own imagination.

Not for long,as the aer got suddenly colder and the wind banished.

By the end of a moment,a noise camefrom behind.

Frighten,I turned back,

Nothing more than trees and bushes.

Silence...

A silence so deep,allmost hipnotic,

at the limit of insanity I felt.

The silence was overwelming,deafening.

A howling of a wolf had awakening me from the silences trance.

A crow,crying, on a branch.

Staring at me,looking into my soul he was.

As the moon was full,

Terrified,I start running

And kept running

Runned and runned and running I was,

Spirits of the night,sensed my presence,

As I was a intruder to those sacred woods...cursed,I say!

Heavy snow falled from a tree,

falling on me,trapped under ice

Atempting to escape..

I saw blood on the grownd!

Searching for wounds,as I thought the blood was mine,

..but beneath me,

A hiding body,a corpse,a dead man,a murder I THOUGHT!

but where is the murderer?a frighteningly question

Fate gave me irony instead of a answer.

The irony rised more questions:

The body was frozen,

The blood was still warm!

Questions and questions that must have unfold.

I stapped on my feet and stapped even more

And tried to get out of the woods as before.

The crying crow paid me a visit

Wondering around,

flying not

was he imprisoned?

Looking at me,like a prophet he be,

Worned I felt when he "cra" right at me.

Once after that he got ost with the dark.

Lost and confused as the crow in the dark,

Blind I felt by the shine of the moon within the night.

So disturbing was the silence before,

And the brightness of moon so pleasent and more,

and more...

Near was a lake,is a angel I see?!

I stepped even furter,a voice I recall:

Feminin,calm,gentle,devine may I say.

Could be the angel?trapped in the lake?

As I took my next step a noise I hear,

Disturbing an hidious noise I did hear,

Ugly,persisten made from a beast

The crow was my beast

Allmost yelling at me.

Turning my sight to the demon at shore

Angry I was at the demon at shore

Interupted drom saving my angel in cause

My angel went gone,as never existed

It never was one.

The reflexion of moon,a spell put on me

Blinded by beauty and aweaken by the beast.

They want me dead,the moon,the landscape,dust or gods..

Turned my head back,to my demon,the crow from the woods,the prophet.

Silence striked back,

and my ears start bleeding.

The prophet starts crying,

I told him to stop,

He wouldn't shut up!

Screamed as I could,

He didn't even move.

So grabed him I did

Stabed with a stick

burned him alive

hungry I was

eat him ofcourse...

Silence...sweet silence...