Of the crow who wasn't so..

The sun is shining
But I'm still whining
And you're waiting below

Under my tree
Where I can see
The stones you want to throw

My eyes are burning
From the tears I'm learning
That I'm nothing but a crow

I know you're ready to kill
So I'll read you my will
A story you don't know

* * *

In a kingdom that's so old
She used to be the queen
Her crown was made of gold
Her gown was emerald green

Green emeralds were her eyes
Same as her royal gown
I was a crown that shines
Above her hair so brown

Being that close to her
I didn't feel so cold
Her hands brought me to life
Though I was made of gold

Till one day I fell down
She threw me off her head
It hurt when I touched the ground
As she climbed her royal bed

"You're not a part of me!"
She said, throwing a spell
"A black crow you'll be
or I'll burn you in my hell"

If I were to have the choice
I wouldn't have fallen down
Yet still she was a queen
Even without her crown

The gems became my wings
The gold has turned to black
And as she closed her eyes
I flew, never looking back

In a kingdom that's so old
As old as the sun and sky
I was her crown of gold
Now a crow trying to fly

* * *

Alone I stand on my tree
You're eagerly waiting below
So if it is meant to be
I'll be another dead crow
It's not the first time I faced it
But maybe the last deadly blow