Mourner

So murmured the mourner
In black feathers crowned
In black feathers gowned
None fell from the corner

Of the pearl so black
What warmth it lacked
Sapped without any touch
But the hellish fiery clutch

And deathly cold embrace
That encompasses the mind
So diseased, so blind
With rage, sorrow, hate, distaste

Would one throw ones' wing out
In deluded effort to rout
The sense in the senseless
As does he proceed to reap
Harvests warranting weeps
Fresh crops, fresh curse

As the coronet shook its' crown
Pearls in blackness bound

Sinking into the evergrowth
Hoping one would instill
A purge for great ill
Now the one most bereft
Not the black shine that left

Seemingly were they adhered
The mourner would so murmur
Till he joined her


I just realised I've yet to put this up here. I was ranting on foolscap and this came out. It's inspired by how crows continue to tend to their parents after growing up and King Lear (: