The Crow

by Cristina
(Romania)

Through the eyes of a raven you see a cold October night.

A dense fog covers a careless road, where dreams of a couple fall into a restful sleep.

Cold dreams are repeated collecting different kinds of suffering.

A dream that never ends, the Raven's eyes see a divine sadness.

That road seems to be just a cemetery.

Red roses replaced the blood from the eyes of a woman who's glance died.

Through the eye of the crow two lovers souls just died.

And from the shadow of the crow figure appears, a face, so pale, morbid.

The sadness on his face can't just disappear as he can't forget.

Revenge grows with the hate.


Angel?.... Another Demon?
or both...