Murder Of A Raven
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In shadows' cloak, a raven's flight,
a somber sight, a mournful blight.
A hand unseen, a cruel intent,
the raven's song, an eerie lament.
Plumes torn, life's essence spilled,
a senseless act, a spirit stilled.
Oh, feathered soul, now wings are bound,
by human folly, fate profound.
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