The scent of carrion lingers,
Spread all over this grim town.
The ravens shriek in tones of terror,
Feeding upon each soul,
Lost inside the nether.
Dead...
Like the branches and twigs within their nest
Where the new spawns shall eternally rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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