The Queen of Crows came into existence because, thanks to Laura Perry, we have a crows suit in the Hopeless, Maine tarot deck. The image of her is based on me. This led me to an idea for a song and that song is part of this year’s Hopeless, Maine show.
If you’d like to hear a recorded version, I’ve put that on Patreon – https://www.patreon.com/NimueB
Like most people in comics, we aren’t rolling in money. Patreon support helps keep us viable, and at the moment it’s the only predictable income we have! Life is an adventure. Being able to afford more time for Hopeless and no needing to chase paying gigs so much means more Hopeless things can happen.
The Queen of Crows
When you are broken
The queen of crows will come to you
The shattered last remains of you
And all the empty places will be feathers.
When you are bleeding
Your life released into the dirt
When all you know is shame and hurt
Nothing else remains but bones and feathers.
When you are dying
Her darkness is your last embrace
Your only comfort is her face
Her gaze upon your bones, the touch of feathers.
When you are silent
She puts her beak between your lips
And from your throat the crow caw slips
You scream and in her gaze are bones and feathers.
When flesh falls from you
And all your life is stripped away
She comforts you in your decay
You are falling screaming bones dressed all in feathers.
When they forget you
And all your truth becomes their lies
The world seen only through her eyes
You are peaceful you are drifting, you are feathers.
And when the light within you dies
The crow queen comes to take your eyes
And when your soul has lost its grace
The crows will tear into your face
And when your heart can beat no more
The crows will find you on the shore
And when your life is torn away
The crows will come to make you stay
And when your breath you cannot bear
The crows will feed on your despair
And when your mortal time is through
The queen of crows is born anew.
The Hopeless Vendetta 