Darkness decends and before it ends,
It begins to twin into two times ten.
That's twenty nights and no sunlight.
So no sun, right? No son; ropes strung tight
Around necks. Southern fruit is both queer & odd.
Strangers loot the desert dead with beaks & claws
& cry caw! to signify the begining of the feast:
The consumption of a soul to ressurect the deceased.
The release of the felines endanger the fowl;
Play dead, that was now, this is then, the howl
Frightens the cats, which causes crows to morph into bats,
Forcing the brats to retreat from the true winged rat.
That's a crow to begin with, a crow with a flock,
Seeking revenge, recalling every face from the mob;
Willing to rob, the vigilante ghosts of their lives;
Killings the job, the crows of death take flight on this night...

HOLLA