In twilight's shroud, a man's grim plight, Transforms, by moon's embrace, to avian flight. Feathers cloak his weary frame, As darkness claims his human name. Once tethered to earthly realm, Now, a creature cursed, his soul to overwhelm. His eyes, black pearls, mirror despair, As he soars on chilling winds, aware. A crow he becomes, with secrets untold, Through midnight's veil, his sorrows unfold. From perch to perch, he mournfully calls, His caw a lament, echoing through the walls. A wretched specter in shadow's domain, He dwells alone, cursed to forever remain. In nocturnal guise, the man finds no rest, For his torment persists, a tragic bequest. Yet, in his feathers, darkness does enthrall, A raven's grace, amidst the eerie sprawl. A tragic fusion, man and crow entwined, A haunting presence, forsaken, confined.