The big crow caws

The big crow caws

A warning

The treetops are his

Province

Swooping down

To give sentence

To lesser lights

Though they might shine

With colours bright

They are no match

For his darkstar power

Each insurgent

Soon dispatched

Into the world below

Where night hunters prowl

In moonlight’s glow

He is hanging judge

This murderous beast

Scavenger of souls

Avenging angel

Wheeling in perfect

Circles

Screaming as he drops

Out of the sky

To scare the unwary

Traveller

Or sitting in judgement

On broken fence

As is his place

A line of baleful jurymen

With hooded eyes

Disdainful and disapproving

Of any weakness shown

In warding off attack

From sharpened beak

Or jagged claw

Let them suffer

Let them stumble

Let them fall

For this is our tree

Our land

Our kingdom

Our survival

After all.