Black Bird

One for sorrow and two for lost joy,

Three a girl once loved by a boy.

I hear screams as you torture the kit,

I salute you despite your mocking wit.
Four tears for the years I won’t have,

Tick tock time turned bad.

Your green wings in a field of gold,

A cruel secret I’ll never be told.
A life wasted before I could wish,

Nine times over, bad luck’s kiss.

Ten for a bird, an adventurer, a rogue.

Be strong they say, you must not miss.

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