Ever since I was a little girl a crow would follow me.
The thing about this crow is him, only I could see.
He followed me through all of my happy days.
And when I was upset by my side he stayed.
My crow doesn’t come around often or a really at all.
I wonder if he’s out there teaching other not to fall.
Weird things have been happening since he disappeared.
Whispers coming through the walls only I could hear.
I tried to warn the others of the evil here.
But they just swat me off and decide to steer clear.
That day I found my crow with a snapped neck, now it was out of hand nothing was in check.
I’m was beginning to think somehow I was cursed because early the next day I walked pass a hearse.
It reminded me of something my crow said many times before.
When a crow in your presence dies it opens another door.
He told me at a funeral not to pout or cry.
Because if I showed signs of grief I’d be next to die.
First would come the shadows then get more extreme with deaths of family members that was not a dream.
I guess what he said had to have been true because it’s not me to die but mom it was you.
He said since I cried I would be first but it was not me but you who was in that hearse.
– Spoken by a young girl at her mother’s funeral