The Crow Whisperer

A Poem by Hope Lang

Angry, crazy crow whisperer,

Queen of the dead.

At least that’s what they called her,

Said she wasn’t right in the head.

Queen of the dead,

And even the corpses

Said she wasn’t right in the head.

On through her mind the darkness courses.

And even the corpses

Bow to her mighty command, though

On through her mind the darkness courses,

Leaving nothing but thoughts of woe.

Bow to her mighty command, though

She may seem mad to some,

Leaving nothing but thoughts of woe.

Her only crime is prophesying of times to come.

She may seem mad to some,

As she speaks in tongues of murder.

Her only crime is prophesying of times to come.

Angry, crazy crow whisperer.