The Raven

Black sleek wings tinted with blood

Death dark eyes devoid of love

Shadowed glance upon the night

To its prey all shown is spite

Rip away from talons sharp

No time to hide within the dark

Beak, sharp knife, deals death to small

 

Deed now done it glides away

Spreads its wings upon the day

Mind and body full of sin

Feathers tinged with crimson gin

A creature no one dare to slay

Born to kill another day

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