A moment of vulnerability to share a sonnet of mine: The crow at the window, ebony deep incessantly beckons o’ friend of mine swallowed by shadow, he doth swiftly creep back into my thoughts; shivers down the spine. For long I stare into the dark abyss, such as a gazer upon Medusa with such a chance, dare I be so remiss or heed the blurred light of Lady Luna? Beholden to the confines of this cage with nothing to stop it but man or time a heart desperately begs to disengage and envies the crow’s privilege to fly. Now, face to face, my friend and I doth stare And jointly grin, for it is better, there.