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The
death-black colouring of the crow, in combination with its intelligence, has
led to the bird being regarded as one of the most ominous of all creatures.
Once considered a messenger of the gods and later a familiare of the
traditional witch, the crow is now viewed by many as a harbinger of death
and disaster, particularly feared if it alights upon a house or taps at a
windowpane. A crow settling in a churchyard is likewise deemed an omen
that there will be a funeral in the near future.
Crows that leave a wood en
masse are interpreted
as a sign of coming famine, while if they fly at one another it presages the
outbreak of war. Crows that flock early in the day and fly towards the sun
are a sign of good weather (as is a crow that croaks an even number of times),
but bad weather is on the way if they are noisy and active around water at
dusk (or if a single crow croaks an odd number of times). In northern
England children will see off a single crow with the threat:
Crow, crow, get out
of my sight,
Or else I'll eat thy liver and thy lights.
However, a rhyme from the Essex region claims that two crows together will
actually bring good luck:
One's
unlucky,
Two's lucky;
Three is health,
Four is wealth;
Five is sickness
And six is death.
reference
source - Cassell Dictionary of Superstitions
The following is a poem written Ty and ouija about a Lister and a crow. (We thank E.A. Poe's The Raven for the context) It is the result of Vision Quest - Poetic Element. We call it:
The Crow
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I puffed, stoned
and weary,
Over the List on the curious Table of Lore Galore-
While I chilled, eased in comfort, suddenly there came a tapping,
Sounds like some ones rapping, rapping at my fucking door.
“Arrrr” says I, “some bodies at my door –
Only them and nothing more.”
Arrr so clearly I remember, ‘twas the dead of
winter,
The dog lay still, like a corpse upon the floor,
Each day I wished her back – since I lost her from my sack.
For this boulder I wept in sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
That fresh-filled rock which Karma named Lenore –
Rolls here never more.
And the thumping boom of Hell’s Pit from The
Wraith
Thrilled me – filled me such great horror never known before;
So here I stand, cold and shuddering still muttering,
“Arrrr that muther fucker still at the door –
‘Tis rolling time, and their at the god damn door, -
Its what it is and nothing more.”
I stood on up and jumped over the pup,
“Who ever ye are, pardon me delay,
Arrrr, I was napping, your sorry ass then came rapping,
And ye were barely tapping, tapping at my fucking door
That I was not sure I heard ye” Now ye wait -
Not a second more.
From out of the cold, in flew a crow,
Swooping around until finally perching, perching upon the open door.
“Here I was about to roll, and in flies ye; ‘a warning to be heed?”
“Speak ye crow, tell me what ye need, why ye perched upon me door?”
Hours days and weeks pass by, the crow still sits, I grow crazy…
“I beg of ye, when can I roll?”
Craws the crow “NEVERMORE."
Crow Links
Thanks to Morton's
List for the following links for more information on crows:
The
Crow
Crow
