(This is my first attempt at actually writing a poem.)

Crow Call
Falling feathers,
The breeze is swaying
All across the dusky moor
As pale light dances in shadows

Beady eyes have wakened
The dead, once in peaceful slumber.
Pitch black contrasts the grey soil
Blown from years ago

A shrill shriek, a low growl.
Ghosts reaching from the earth
are crying; desperate tears forgotten
The voice of truth has rang.

A promising tone is wicked foreboding;
The deaths of the brave have not been in vain,
While the crow flies from the lone fence,
As long as the innocent shall remain.

Woww.. nice imagery, and details.

Very pretty.

Nice job. ^^

Indeed...
I liked it. o.o

Please, keep writing. ^^ If that's your first, I can't wait to see some later on!

Holy shizzle that's awesome...

I love you guys, I really do.
You all make me feel so happy.

Rawr.
xDD