The Crow

Very noble
Hated at the same time
Forgotten about if you will
He houses the mysteries of the past
Along with the souls of the fallen
He is the shadow in the sky
The shiver causing voice in the wind
Eyes that show the gates of hell
He is a dreaded beast
Still scared of the cowardly
Fleeing for the fear of death
Unbelievably he carries it with him
He is power
He is life
He is death
He is the crow