Raven..
The sign of destruction.
With feathers black as night.
It soars through the skies,
Thriving beneath the stars.
Unaware of the thousands that flee,
In terror.
Black, beady eyes sparkle with thought.
Burning with curiosity,
It’s gaze drifting lazily from one face to the next.
Who is the next victim,
the next one to fall to their knees before the darkness.
The raven knows…
But won’t say till it’s too late.
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