The passage
of time
has become
meaningless
for
the Raven,
with each
insipid day
melding into
a disorientation
so atrociously
grey.
Through
the pale,
two moonlight orbs
gaze back;
the ebon figure
still as stone,
outside
looking in.
Free. Free.
the Raven
thinks to himself.
Would you kindly?
The Raven croaks.
Please free me.

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