THE CROW

 I sat still in the garden, Forested indeed the area is. 

The cool, serene atmosphere Of the location gave an inviting abode for the, Creatures of flight. 

They wield a strange look But yet intriguing.

 Black covered entirely with white Patch on the chest and neck area. 

Like a team of orchestra ready To perform the spectacular.

 I barely could understand their querking screams. 

Perhaps, it is to say Eureka, eureka, eureka, I found a place of refuge indeed.

 Soaring in the skies was a delight But a spot to dine is relevant.

Northern Seizures

Almost every door is plagued

We raise them like flowers

Their brain had been choked

Children sat as though petrified

Eyes are virtually

They said it is a child disease

Wandering, they wandered as robots under control

Some fell into water, others fell into fire

Mothers weep and wails within

Helplessly they travail waiting for a miracle

Death had always come suddenly,

Is it spiritual or yet another physical they asks

Know-it-all said it is an epiletic syndrome

Indeed a plague had fallen the land they affirms.

Northern Seizures

Almost every door is plagued

We raise them like flowers

Their brain had been choked

Children sat as though petrified

Eyes are virtually closed

They said it is a child disease

Wandering, they wandered as robots under control

Some fell into water, others fell into fire

Mothers weep and wails within

Helplessly they travail waiting for a miracle

Death had always come suddenly,

Is it spiritual or yet another physical they asks

Know-it-all said it is an epiletic syndrom

Indeed a plague had fallen the land they affirms.

Epic of wisdom

To the places where the playing field may soon tip further out of kilter.
The whirlwind may no longer spuick the land of Arizona.
Puritans grieve sought for the console of the crucibles.
I have heard, i have read, i have experienced and now i see the wisdom in the very understanding of knowledge.
Even Shakespeare wants me by his side so i he could partake in the deep secrets.
The secrets of knowledge that had been hidden for far too long.
The horizon wimbles with shrek of agony. Where lies the talisma to curtail this pain. Men sworn by blood to the servitude of the king with the works of their mouth.
We will serve you to death.
Hail the king.
One for all, all for one.
Even Arthur cannot do without his Merlin.