As the Crow Lands

As the Crow Lands on the Grave- 

Black secrets stir in every face; 

A fountain in the moonbeam riven— 

Spend her gone like an adversity.  

 

The Graves began to Multiply 

The war Rages-Bodies-carried in by the pile 

Black secrets hurried into the bee-

Regard with patriot to be bold?

Aurora

VT

13 years old