Crow
Why has the love gone in shreds,
A mayhem curse.
Invited birds of the night on my pad,
A wild man's pet.
She flaunts her feathers in his sleep,
A sacred spell on damning dreams.
Tucks her wings and flaunts her wig.
She would soon weep as she feeds,
On every piece till he bleeds
Disregard his celebrated medallion pads.
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