Self

The raven’s eye turned to dust
Foreseen sight remained in lust

Wings now broken beyond repair
He’s now destined for despair

The flock is mocking his new found shame
He knows not that he’s to blame

Cursing the night that took his sight
While walking towards the healing light

R.K.H

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