Mariella Franklin

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Where the day ends

And night ascends

A kingdom awakens

A castle dark as the deep black sky

Raises blacker flags up high

Silence is broken by no commotion

Just whispers and glances no more than a peep

The dim streetlights turn on

Glowing onto an eerie walkway

A crow calls out into the dark night

It circles around the castle until it’s out of sight

More crows come too

The townspeople all know the song of the crow and the talking too

The first black bird hatched this very night

200 years ago just quite

The birds fly by and by

Nothing but dark teardrops in the sky

But this very day would be the last

Of the crow’s dark overcast.

For the king crow born 200 years ago

Had fallen into a well

It’s wings held down by a strong and powerful spell

The spell was the one and only old Mrs. Maloey who was told to be as old as time itself

She took some water from a shelf

Walked over to the well and with a deep breath

Poured the water onto the bird who soon met death

Once the air had left the bird of despair

The other birds spun into the town square

Until all that was left was a mist from the water of the fallen king

The birds arrived on a land

Called Ireland

They flew and flew to other countries too

Until their disperse was complete

On all and every street

To this day Mrs. Maloney sings to visitors and children in her room

The crow sings a dark tune of black castles and doom