<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339912" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As the Crows Gathered</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the Crows Gathered <br>By: Adam M. Snow <br> <br>Surrounded by bodies of murder <br>the flocking and squawk arose. <br>Score of many rows on girder <br>feast of death drew the crows. <br>One to carry souls of many; <br>one onto life beyond life. <br>Yet was not the foe-of any- <br>to leave this world of strife. <br> <br>The crows they flock, <br>they flock, they squawk; <br>flapping their wings tremendously. <br>They caw, they pecked, <br>they grew many in score <br>groups gathered more and more. <br> <br>Blackened the sky with their endless flutter; <br>'But what of this? ' I utter. <br>'My days are long now being nighted. <br>The crows around have united.' <br> <br>Feathers falling, covering the ground with black; <br>everywhere I look, it covers every crack. <br>The thought of death surrounds us all <br>before the crows, life will fall. <br>The ominous bank of crows like a cloud, <br>covers the world like an endless shroud. <br>Leaving I, overwhelm with fear <br>it is death lurking near. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crows they gathered all in vast; <br>all is dark than a shadow cast. <br>They prey the lost and many more, <br>time has come for death to bore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Adam+M.+Snow">Adam M. Snow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339912" data-title="As the Crows Gathered de Adam M. Snow" data-description="As the Crows Gathered By: Adam M. Snow Surrounded by bodies of murder the flocking and squawk arose. Score of many rows on girder feast of death drew the crows. One to carry souls of many; one onto life beyond life. Yet was not the foe-o..."></div> </div> </div>

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