The Crow

Blacker than void, blues shinning purple

The womb of the new is born

Crows intrigue as they aggravate

Great mysticism and mythology spun in fibrous silk

Sentinel of the bird kingdom 

Watchfulness, warning, humans, animals alike  

Ellijah kindness given, as ravens and crows nourished thee hiding in forest dark

Speak to the crow a prophet is his blessings

Caw, Caw, Caw is its raucous tone

The answer is yes, individual imagination of man

Great intelligence this animal possesses 

Trickery his trade

Where ever crows resides, magic will exist

Yellow eyes, wand resides 

Look eyes of they, as even a quick glance transforms into what we might fear

Messengers calling upon another world

Listen carefully a life message can be told

Creation and magic alive within

Confusion holds existence in the realm of void, are they friend or foe

Hold that secret steadfast, for they are keepers of the castles, or are we