Raven's Crow Pt 1 Poem by Vanessa Kingsley
Raven's Crow Pt 1
The quiet streets are filled with angst. Secrets, lies, and plots are kept silent in the still shadows. A little girl has lost her doll and there is nothing beyond an open door the young man has decided to open. Above these sick and dying people flies a watcher. His eyes are as black as the River of Death and his wings are like black water that curl around him in the coldest of winters.
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