CliveBarker

:iconclivebarker:Written by: @clivebarkerMagpie on the Gallows High above my head, Tell me truly, maggot–pie, Is my lover dead? When he went away to war, To me eternal love he swore Tell me truly, bird of gloom, Where his bed and what his doom? From the gallows hear the magpie screech: From now on your lover’s out of reach. In a bed of mud he died Soldiers slept at either side, He has never been faithless dear, And never will be now, I fear. Magpie on the Gallows Feathered white and black, My brother went a–hunting Will he not come back? He was tall and he was strong, Face was fair and limb was long. Tell me truly, maggot–pie, Did he li...