the lost crow 11. The Crow’s Triumph

 

11.

The Crow’s Triumph

 

In the heart of the forest, where shadows entwine,

The crow stood his ground, with courage divine.

He faced all his foes, the wolves and the eagles,

With a heart full of fire, he shattered their regals.

     the lost crow                  

“Come forth, you cowards!” he cried to the sky,

“For I fight for my freedom; I will not comply!

You think you can take me, you think I’ll back down?

But I’ll soar through the air, I’ll reclaim my own crown!”

 

With talons and fangs, they lunged at the crow,

But he twisted and turned, dodging every blow.

He fought bravely on, with a spirit so strong,

In the face of the odds, he knew he belonged.

The wolves, with their growls, and the eagles’ sharp cries,

Could not dim his spirit, could not sever his ties.

With each flap of his wings, he rose ever high,

Defiant and fearless, he reached for the sky.

At last, with a flourish, he broke free from the fight,

Soaring over the forest, into the soft light.

No longer a captive, he embraced his own fate,

For the crow had discovered his freedom was great.

Now high in the heavens, he danced on the breeze,

A symbol of courage, where all hearts can seize.

In the heart of the forest, his spirit would roam,

For the crow had found freedom, his true place, his home.

 

 

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