Death Comes to us all. What about the carrier of souls? His job is definitely not your normal nine to five. These are his stories. Read about some of the most bizarre day to day encounters as seen through the eyes of Althorn the crow.
I am Althorn the Crow
Knower of all things to know
I am the shiver in the cold winter night
The distant echo that gives such a fright
I am the sick sense of Irony
I am here for you
I am here to see what I know will be
When you sneak off tonight
The large blade you grip so tight
Your innocent prey will lay still in bed
Your heart will beat, your mind will race
Daydreams of bloodshed
As you enter the room, a smile widens on your face
You cling to the knife
But as you cross the room, a flash of light
A sonic boom
You grip your chest, you feel the pain
You hit the floor, you know the rest
Once again, I laugh, Satisfaction
Irony from a gun blast.
As I peck upon his face,
It truly is a human race!