Counting Crows Poem Novels & Stories

He says in a whisper as he lets me go. "Run Isabella, run!" He growls, shaking the entire mountain, immediately I take to my heels headed for deep in the foreign woods. As I continued running through the mountains, I could see a crow stalking me, watching with black eyes from above. I suddenly felt a chill cut through my heart like a knife to butter, as I remembered what my mom used to say. 'Crows represent death. Wherever a crow is found Death is sure to follow.' A sharp cry escapes my lips as I tripped over a jutted root, falling completely on the ground. Before I could get up I was lifted up by Cessair, hanging in thin air.