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2002 The raven’s dark feathers
Conceal her in the dead of night
After the clock has chimed
Moon and stars are absent
On the cool fall night
The whir of feathers slicing
The windless and deathly silent
Night which has fallen
Upon the half-bear trees
Is the only sign of her presence
She flies so elegantly, showing off
Trying her best to dispel the bad reputation
That, by simply being a raven
She received from a man named Edger
Though he’s gone, his words still remain
‘Tis odd how one small action –
Mr. Poe’s escape from his pains and fears –
Still can live to haunt another
Especially this dark raven,
On this wonderful night
~Chrystal
Written on
July 14, 2002
