Dawn & Dusk

Crooked crows
With beady eyes
Whisper and croak
As they strategize

In their frenzy
Their feathers they shred
As they scheme and plot
Their misdeeds of dread

They orchestrate the downfall
Of my kings and queens
Gathering ever more influence
Under their wings

Their crafty counsel
Deposes my thoughts
And their dark murmurings
Form their own court

But these twisted birds
These black-winged fiends
Will find I will not
Put up with their schemes