On the Emerald Isle of Ireland
There be
Many a tale
About fairies and magic
And among those
Yarns that have
Been passed down
Through the years
Is the one about
The Crying Crow.
It's said there be
A fair maiden
Who sits along
The beaches along
The Altantic Ocean's shore
Every night, regardless
Of the season.
The lass comes to
Sit and reflect
On her life
And as she
Pauses to take stock of
The family, friends and loves,
Experiences and mistakes
She's known over the years
Nearby a crow
Sits on a wooden post
Laments, shedding a tear
For all the
Hurt, pain, heartache,
Loss and regrets she's felt.