Into the Unknown

November 13, 2009
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In the midst of the desolate darkness
Upon a writhing dead yew tree
Perched a strong and regal raven
A gaunt branch his makeshift haven
But keeping his noble head held high
Against a moonless midnight sky
Wind whipped the winding tree
Twisting time and setting him free
Spreading his broken wings he flew
Chasing chance into the unknown





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