Three crows-three shadows,
Leaving a trail of flight,
They sat down on the bed
Unknown someone.
K croaked the first Raven,
Mockingly called God:
& quot; - Look, that's hilarious,
How much noise about the two-legged!"
And he grinned.,
Derisively called the Son:
& quot; - it was pulled off by the heir
From that dry aspen over there."
A third man laughed,
Mockery is called Spirit:
& quot; - the Noose dries the wind
With the rest of the Mead."
God's eyes flashed
And the poison dripped from the beak.
The son screamed louder than thunder,
And the spirit lifted its paw.
& quot; - Look, the funeral service!"
& quot;-Pop pulls the word of God..."
& quot; - and in a shroud clothe,
Ossification of the skin."
Three crows-three shadows,
Leaving a trail of flight,
They sat and looked
Someone dead...