Four Formidable Ravens
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Juan Olivarez
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Four formidable ravens, all in a row,
Prancing and cawing on the ground.
Plucking the feathers off a dead crow,
God what a horrid sound.
Four angry wraiths, hounding the dead,
Dust flying off the desert floor.
Lost in the death dance with beaks of red,
Black stygian coats covered with gore.
Four red eyed demons, in a dance macabre,
Spectres from some nameless hell.
Grinning at the disappearing shapeless glob,
That into their company, unluckily, fell.
3/20/12 Alton Texas
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