King of Purgatory
The all-seeing raven, cursed by fate,
To witness all, yet never relate.
It sees no light, nor darkest shade,
Its wings spread wide, yet flight delayed.
The Raven Lord, lost to the void,
A monarch of what’s been destroyed.
What once it was fades, drifting slow,
Into the shadows it does go.
Pondering deep, a mind untamed,
In purgatory, it remains unnamed.
Forever lost in sands that climb,
A figure trapped outside of time.
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