Short little poem I wrote while I was bored...

I hear the crow’s cry
Locked in a cage with no key
Desolate and lonely
Until I am freed
To pierce the gray skies

I hear the crow’s cry
Reverberating through skeleton trees
Bouncing off crystal ice
Penetrating souls
Breaking hearts

I am the crow’s cry
Flying into a frozen sun
As I fade, no one notices
No one cares

I am the crow’s cry
Lost forever
Amongst blackened foliage
On a dead gray field
Wild and barren

Oooo, very beautiful

I was trying to describe how Athana, or I guess I could just say myself is feeling about going to the Blacktalon.