Crows

( in the light of a day where they are silent )

 

Autumn Crows

( Max Dauthendey )

Autumn ravens gather in the trees, As if black rags line the branches. Autumn ravens bark, the fields resound, The ravens fall black from the treetops. They hunt like Furies along the hills And carry the winter night on their wings. They stroke bewitching around the house, They let out creaking screams, As if invisible doors groaned in the mountain, That lead to the most deserted rooms. The ravens fly and fly no further, The leaves are falling, the forest path is getting wider. And from the hills with wet cheeks Abandonment comes wide to your house. And cloud after cloud spits into your window, And raven after raven screams in your ear.

 

made with stable diffusion,topaz and photoshop.

 

 

 

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