Raven is the fallen warrior of the dark.

Stark, black raven of the dark!
Feel the beating of your black heart!
Purified, inside your heart,
We can only wonder about your craft.

The fruits of the forest and
Mountains at your command.
There's so much for us to seek,
A raven like you is seldom meek.

Cawing at the world I see,
I understand your voice.
Flying in the air we share,
I see you soaring from despair.

Smitten bird, we mean no harm!
Flying in between the trees that never part.
I have seen you in mountains and in parks,
You're the only real fallen warrior of the dark!

The End

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