Your shinning black feathers,
Your little paws on my shoulder,
Nails clinging in my flesh everytime I move.
I stand still,
Leaning against the wind,
Practically falling,
The wind blows away my anger.
Your feathers whisper to the wind,
You sit next to me,
You're my friend,
I wish this moment could last forever....
I feel your warmth,
Floading like mist above my shoulder,
I treasure this moment,
I will keep it save.
The casket is black,
Like your feathers,
The shining blackness is faiding.
Mr. Crow you were my friend,
What can I do without the warmth,
The warmth of your darkness...
You died, when my fantasy faided.
Why couldn't I go on dreaming...
Why did I had to leave my fantasy...
I wish reality would faid away,
Drown in my fantasy,
Give way to all my friends,
Who then finally would be real...
*my dying fantasy, my friends...*