The White Crow

On wings of white; freshly fallen snow,

feathers agleam; touched by light.

News brought forth; on open beak;

ill tidings, death; nightmarish ends. 

The creature’s eyes; red as blood,

envision destruction; scent of decay.

Flooded rivers; bloated bodies, wade.

Deception is wrought; lies told in gore. 

On borrowed time; elusive shadows.

The living flee; on unsteady legs.

“Too slow!”; the creature cries, 

“Too slow you fools!”; misfortune comes.

A warning brought; in painted lies.

No one will heed; the truth too cold,

destruction imminent; unwashed paint. 

two sides of a coin; one black one white.

The white crow; creature of deception.

To save one; is to kill another.

The black crow; it's true identity.

Cursed creature; turn to ash.