I perched on the eyelids 
of the first eyes of the universe
to open then I ate them all – crafty!

That is why they call me Crafty Crow
and that is why my eyes are black.
As a punishment or reward?

Only Crafty Crow knows.
I am the one who knows how
to bend fates like a twig in water. 

I perch on the shoulder of Morgana.
I change the directions of twigs
and leave a trail of feathers

leading to a witch’s hut.
I know wordcraft, spellcraft, 
the ingredients for the best potions,

why the awen always becomes poison,
why you should never ever eat
the corpse of a dead crow.

Crows are the world’s livers.
We feast on the world’s darkness
growing bigger and darker until we fill all.