The Raven
On a dark, gloomy, depressing winter night
Something came that was to be such a sight
On my very life's blood it could surely draw
In it's black hole eyes i knew what it saw
Striving for analytical logic
Fighting man yearning for the nostalgic
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Black, Gothic, arcane the Raven
Death, delphic, cold his haven
Looking me deep in my own very soul
The Raven said I can hear calm deaths toll
The nation is a decaying cadaver
Falling gray ashes from the disaster
A gasp my destiny was preordained
Yet so many questions, so much unexplained
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From gray ashes the nonpareil will rise
From this grim narrative you must grow wise
Growing more somber he began to say
Their will be a great war on this special day
It will be the darkest before the light
But the prophet of death warned you must fight
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He said but victory can be achieved
Hearing this I began to feel relieved
But beware he said, anathema will come
Finally I ask sternly where are you from ?
Death gaze he said always remember your martyrs
Finally relenting , I was sent by Allfather
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Reeling from disbelief I asked questions
Why send you to me with these directions?
He said don't worry as it is not important
You must prepare yourself for the abhorrent
Saying to rise again is not a sin
I ask his name he responded..... Munin
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