Crow Lore

 

We sit and watch the world go by

On fences long and oak trees high

The waxing moon the setting sun

We are the crows of Albion

 

We chronicle the human ways

Their restless nights and confused days

Mother, daughter, father, son

We are the crows of Albion

 

Our stories written down in books

Guarded well by crows and rooks

And no one knows what we have done

We are the crows of Albion

 

These simple etchings on a page

An almanac of human rage

A witch’s promise seldom won

We are the crows of Albion

 

This tome is writ in wise men’s blood

With beak and claw and ancient wood

Seen by no one read by none

We are the crows of Albion

 

Crow Lore for the young to read

And learn the lessons of our breed

The tales of ravens deftly spun

We are the crows of Albion