Wings wide,
Pitch-black,
quivering.
Fly.
Unfettered
at
long
last
under
a nocturne  
expanse,
The Raven soars
higher,
farther,
from the
desolation
of the
broken world
below.
Come with me,
he beckons,
still rising,
to his
unwitting savior.
Let us leave this place behind.

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