Wings and eyes of black
Screeching, cawing all in one
As the raven flies
Your life will soon be done
Bird of pure mystery
A hunter of the special kind
Don’t be fooled, they cause misery
As you will find
Ravens screeching, cawing
The sorrowful tune
A song of hope, a prophecy
That the world be doomed
Magic
Love the raven. Their medicine is magic.
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