The Spell of the Crow

The Spell of the Crow

"Wrong. There must be something wrong!"
"These evil seeds I must sow"
So goes the scratch for fertile soil
Ever scratching, the Demonic Crow.

At last The Rain clouds burst
A boat of Lies the Innocent must row
No progress made, the Fowl says,
"I will not let you go."

Watching, ever watching
The watchers demand a show.
The mirror cracks upon reflection
As if by a motherly blow.

"Absolution!", cries the Innocent
For what they do not know.
The thought, like malevolent seed,
Took many years to grow.

And now the fruit springs forth
Bitter, despite the glow
Fertilized not by the Priest
But poisoned by the Crow