Crow <br />its black feathers <br /> <br />shining with light <br /> <br />tumbles over <br />its broken wing <br /> <br />rights itself <br />again <br /> <br />as if it were Laurence Oliver <br />being Richard the Third <br /> <br />“Now, is the winter <br />of our discontent..! ” <br /> <br />Crying for its kingdom <br />of the skies <br /> <br />the failing light <br />hiding it in night <br /> <br />its curses <br />still visible <br /> <br />in the darkness.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-is-the-winter-for-lyn/
