Wondering

The stars go by, sparkling brightly in the dark sky.

I knew from the steps you took, you were nearby.

Arms wrapped around me, not letting me go.

In a distance, I heard the call of many crows.

Looking at the sky, the stars of many lights.

Looking down, I wondered for many past nights;

The songs of wisdom and the hymns of lies,

The prelude of destruction will soon come by.

The arms loosen and I breath the air,

I finally wonder this; is life truly fair?


A/N- For line number four, where I wrote the crows, it is said to be a bad omen if you saw a lot of crows in one place. Please give me some feedback.