Andrii Borovyi

Wings on my back I got horns on my head My fangs are sharp And my eyes are red Not quite an angel Or the one that fell People once believed that when someone dies, a Crow carries their soul to the land of the dead, but sometimes something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the Crow can bring the soul back and put the wrong things right.