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The Raven |
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The Raven sat atop the tree, Intently looking down at me. Peering straight into my soul, With beady eyes as black as coal. |
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What did he see with eyes so black, That sent a shudder down my back. Darkness so deep, reflections lost, Chilled my heart with winters frost. |
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Falling down to those dark wells, Drawn to the very depths of hell. Frozen limbs, I could not breathe, My world around could not perceive. |
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Here space and time they held no court, My death, is what this Raven sought. A thought, it echoed in my mind, I had so much left in life, to find. |
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No sooner thought, the spell was broken, A Raven's feather left, as a token. Reminder of my test this day, I shivered as I walked away. |
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Copyright Dreambeliever 2001 |
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