Odd Raptor
Though a unique bird in the regular flock,
I flew and fell at every block.
Sky is the pinnacle of my juvenile dreams.
The one I fear, will soon feint in flames.
Watched as my bloods conquered the night.
soaring to touch the pitch black sky.
Hope is waning as I end the verse.
But my wings won't concede till I mount the hearse.
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