The Bird of Death

October 17, 2012
By RavenB BRONZE, SANGER, California
RavenB BRONZE, SANGER, California
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The battle was quick yet bloody,
The man was far too wounded,
To go home to his beloved,
As he lay dying,
A raven rested on his arm,
No mercy was shown that day,
As the bird of death hath pray,
'No one should ever see,
What I have today.'
And with that final caw,
The warrior had left his world behind.......

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