the crow

A Blackened bird with feathered wings like tar and dirty ice

A shiny bill and tiny tongue that sqeaks and sqawks like mice

It's glassy eyes and percing  stare sends shivers down your spine 

It follows you, It watches you, attacks and makes you blind

Removing flesh, you fight it off and try to run away

It calls it's friends, you meet again, and stops you on the way

Buzzards fly, flies buzz, around your few remains

The bird it laughs, devouring flesh, you've finally gone insane

You snap awake and sit up straight and look around the room

The evil crow just laughs at you "Prepare to meet your doom"