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Entry 1 by Windyindy, literature
Literature
Entry 1
Many a night I had dreamed;
Dreamed to be The Raven of Ebony Plume, whose talons of obsidian graze the park of pine as he sets flight.
Wings that slice like fine silver cutlery through the violet heavens
Eyes of omens yet to be foretold
I have always aspired to be
The Raven of Ebony Plume.
