Three Crows

If you ever felt velvet strangling grip of darkness it's suffocating and creepy. This anthology ventures the dark. Dare follow Aiye-Ko-ooto into abyss. In 50 poems; you pry into conspiracy of crows. Taking off into the valley Surfeit of Grief - in excessive amount of grief conspirators found a sandbox in which to play. They tinge our hearts with enough breath to stay alive but no more. Why listen to them but why not? They wrap fear and shroud hearts in mysteries. Soon time to leave Humdrum of Winters- contemplate veiled heart's lack of excitement. It's dull and prosaic. It appears it won't survive? Wait until the night rides the sleigh into early dawn. Do you In the Twilight Sleep? look no further these poems grip. So you take flight. Flight from Curse of Witches - running away from the sufferings invoked. The end entreats with Hawk Hound and Hex - dwell out there in the dark be weary of eye gouging hawk blood trailing hound and hex mother of all witches! Dare you come for the ride!