Crows Part 2

By LittleMissScareAll

A death we left in the path,
One, before.
The escape we’ve made from our past,
Two, previous that.
Once we reach the next town- we’re to be wed,
Three before followed us.
Speak of son or daughter, a child to be born,
During pregnancy, we have four.
Our child’s time to be received,
Till then, five will soar.
The farm we tend is hit with famine,
Six foretold.
My wife hath past and to heaven she went,
There were seven before she was spent.
Now I lay on my deathbed,
Eight loom overhead.
Lucifer calls to me,
Nine I did see.
My soul I did sell,
Ten did tell.
A secret my children will take to their grave,
Eleven will follow, their future they pave.
They all warned
But we payed no mind to the storms
And the thunder that surrounded our plunder.

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Copyright 2018 LittleMissScareAll
Published on Monday, November 5, 2018.     Filed under: "Fiction" and "Poetry"
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  • dwells On Wednesday, November 7, 2018, dwells (5719)By person wrote:

    A superb accounting perhaps of "something evil this way comes LMSA, and welcome to DP! I enjoyed an HP Lovecraft tale concerning whippoorwills flocking at night to carry off souls of the dead. This put me in mind of that, moodwise / sort of - but the numerical aspects were a special touch. Cheers! - Dan

  • Lab Rat On Monday, November 5, 2018, Lab Rat (160)By person wrote:

    This is an interesting write, the flow and feel of it sort of caught me and didn't let go, I enjoyed this, thanks for posting

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