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  • The ravens -
    They wait for me,
    For the darkness,
    to take me away.

    With their ever-watching eyes,
    Predicting sorrows to come.
    The omen.
    The curse.
    The sadness they bring.

    An unchanging future,
    A permanent condition.

    I have become the raven.
    Always searching,
    My next victim around any corner.

    Waiting to take them away
    Into uncertain darkness.
    A place both ancient and new.

    Is it right to call me a curse?
    I bring relief from this world -
    A permanent escape.
    Eternal peace.
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