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Mister Raven enjoys his perch
His seat upon the headstone
Of a man recently deceased
A man who died alone
Lonely to say the least

Mister Raven isn't sad however
Because Mister Raven knows
That the man isn't lonely anymore
He has found happiness below

He was lost upon arrival
In the world below
It was foggy and it was dark
They met on the Bridge of Shadow
Over the River of Schilmark

His raven eyes would never see the light of day,
His heart as dark as the blacked out moon,
The weapons he mastered smelted down,
The children he fathered lost and found,
You wanted to see him locked up tight,
You couldn't have known he took his life,
Judge and Jury found him innocent,
Judge and Jury faced a fight,
Public policy said this wasn't right
Public policy told a story
Of the man that captured several views
Of several thousand million different few
That bothered to listen to the man
That changed the earth
For the better of our children.

Once I met a man named Frank,
Then he renamed himself Poe,
He always enjoyed a good prank,
But that's what made me his foe.

For months I stood awaiting,
Months alone in my room,
Waiting, debating, and hating,
Till the fitting revenge began to bloom.

Then, once upon a midnight dreary,
I began to carry out my plan,
Fully knowing how Poe was weary,
But also knowing tis was the best day to get back on that treacherous man.

So I paint my parrot black,
And made sure it looked like a Raven,
Good thing my pet had a knack,
To turn my foes into a craven.

Telling my parrot (now a raven) "Nevermore",
I issue a simple command,
And leave it by Poe's door,
Thinking, "Oh, Poe's reaction shall be very grand!"

In awe you gazed upon the blue ocean of sky,
And black spots like tears feel down.
Looking as they fell closer. impending needles
Upon the waiting flesh of unsuspecting
Mortals,
Vessels,
Victims
Unknowing of their own arrived fate,
As slender tears discarded from high
Above found flesh, and the quill did
Burrow as was consumed
A shadow remained of what had stained
On soft tissue,
Then the noise beckoned forth from those
Lacerated by feathers fallen like wailing
Tears from clear blue.
Squalls were heard as from impact, like black
Petals flowering from the seed,
Feathers,
Obsidian,
Shimmered
In the birth of darkness's creation
Talons where nails now clawing
Human remains away,
In insanities confusion of thoughts now
Between two worlds.
Clawed at those of human design,
Onyx greeted crimson and screams greeted suffering,
As all now tainted
On the flowering of slated feather
Birthed once again and the flock
Rejected,
Sight,
Humanities
Tainted plight, as all feather dressed in proper
Order did fly into the blue sky.

"Mummy,

"Yes dear, what is it,

As she pointed in to the vast blueness above their heads,

"I don't know baby,

"They look like black tears mummy,
*"Like tears from heaven,