The Crow

In the dark year, after the merciless plague, Erevan, healer, wanted a change . Dark magic, called to him He walked among shadows with no time to think Lost in the gloom, his footsteps echoed, His eyes reflected longing, while secrets nested. Nights without stars, his soul twitched, Erevan, among whispers, surrenders to wickedness. Winds of change-whisper in the dark- Erevan lost, in its own mind. Dances between shadows, uncertain destiny, The crows witness their endless agony. Flames in the dark, no going back, Crow, a healer, no mercy he has Sacrifices and souls, will forever go on, Between shadows and regret, its fate wont change Asphara, the master, lived in dusk , Erevan, now Crow, not a human anymore. The redemptive potion, an unholy price, Innocent souls, their fate dark. Under the spell of the curse Crow awakened, Duality danced in his being agony forever. Erevan was no more, the Crow has ascended. Winds of change-whisper in the dark- Erevan lost, in its own mind. Dances between shadows, uncertain destiny, The crows witness their endless agony. Flames in the dark, no going back, Crow, a healer, no mercy he has Sacrifices and souls, will forever go on, Between shadows and regret, its fate wont change In his dying breath, The Crow decides, Hanging from a tree, his soul divides. Azrael approaches, gracefully touches its head, Returned to earth, the pain begins again. The crows dance in the silent darkness, Death embraces Crow, it's time for sadness. In the cold land, its essence dissolves, The story of Erevan, in shadows is resolved