In streets where shadows walk alone, I find my kindred soul, a crow, With eyes like midnight’s undertone, In skies where only free ones go. I am the wolf, with silent howl, You the crow, in flight so rare, Together in this city prowl, Finding solace in our shared despair. Through moonlit nights and alley flights, We roam as night’s forsaken kin, In whispers soft, our shared delights, Where freedom starts and chains begin. You, the crow, my shadow's twin, I, the wolf, your kindred sin.