This Raven fly by nighter be
A lady of the ev'ning who
Seduces men paying for me,
To do the wicked deeds I do.
I have my youth and beauty still,
But dread growing old doing this,
Using my cold robotic skill
To feed those hungry men to bliss.
I have the wings to fly away,
To find a better life somewhere,
But I have hopelessness, so stay
Within my night cage of despair.
Each morn, regret of night before,
And quoth this Raven, 'Nevermore.'
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