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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the late evening, half past 8 I heard a noise from far away. It was a bird, make no mistake. I could've sworn I heard my name. Maybe I did, or maybe I had gone insane. For out in the distance, from the mist, a corvid from the lost abyss, dropped a letter into my fist, a letter from an unknown sender. This corvid happened to be a crow Why this corvid? I wished to know. It appeared to be normal looking although, It showed a marking on its head feathers. My first initial, the letter "N", was very distinct upon its head. It had a tint of crimson red, which stood out in the foggy weather. I glanced downwards at my clenched fist, the letter's stamp being hard to miss, and my gaze then shifted onto this. In which the stamp contained a crow. The crow was a crimson shade of red. A shade that kept appearing again. Not just physically, but in my head. My body ached, I was feeling dead. But I had not yet revealed the note. Did it bring good news? One could only hope. My hands were quivering, they were not so sturdy. I grabbed the letter but my vision was blurry. The note appeared to be written with fury. A fury that was very fatal. I started to read but the room went black. then on my arm I felt a scratch. It was as if I was being attacked. And my body was in pain. Oh it stung! But I heard a sound. The crow appeared as I stumbled around. The corvid said that he had found, out about the bad things in town. In which I was involved with that crowd. "Please spare me!" "It's too late now." With my last breath, my words were shaken “Curse you bird, you spawn of Satan!” Then the bird said it was time for repayment. “I’ll end you slowly, for I am patient.” The crow then muttered that I would not be missed. My thoughts and prayers eradicated, As the sounds around me faded. I heard one last phrase, one filled with hatred. “Goodbye wounded soul” the corvid stated. And with that said I blew away into the lost abyss.
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