Raven’s Journey

We cut the night air with wings of black, we cut the life strings at twilight's blessing. My brethren and I see far and wide, for we are many. There is no escape, no hole can hide you, nor disguise mask a spirit so foul. We bring you home to purgatory to sit and roost in a black shed of despair, to dwell upon a life where dark leanings led you to dissolution of a soul that sought heights they were never meant to fly. So contemplate, ponder, wander this dim world between darkness and light, and perhaps we shall return.

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