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Black Raven
madness had taken her in the night she danced naked in the moonlight screaming of revenges and mysteries wet when she finally fell to exhaustion's sleep i tended her fevers but could not ease her mind which flew like a black raven in the rain here and there without sense of reason crying out its displeasure's and it discomforts a bead with a hole for an eye her mind was down there in that hole somewhere she fled in the daylight and i tried to follow her on down to the swamps edge but i could not follow the trail further cause it was into madness she raced with careless abandon and in the swamps breeding breathing bleeding that her footfall lead long days passed without a sign as i camped there by the dark edge of sanity waiting for her return waiting for my loves sweet arms to find me once again but my only companion was a black raven he came to talk to me all those long days under the sweltering sun and after a time his words became clear to me after a time his thoughts became mine told me to dance to the song of the rain told me to run and seek the sun in the swamps dark halls now we are here living in our own world and its alright cause we have our friend a black raven with a eye like a hole with a mind like gravel a mad dream to be sure but it is ours alone
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