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[title] => The Crow
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[bodytext] => At the dissipation of the last ray of light The inquisitive creature will take it's flight. Gliding easily over mountains older than time Majestic thrones too royal to climb. Sweeping back carelessly through the boughs of trees Undeterred for now by the masses of emerald leaves. Darting gaze moving as sleek body lurched Stopping at noticing that his wing was besmirched. Turning a lazy circle to face the offending tree limb The entity would note that the light of the moon was dim. Having found no fault with himself or the tall, proud oak He would spread his wings and explain that later it'd be a joke. The tree would sigh, being quite used to these collisions And the creature would promise to take caution in all his future missions. Flapping his wings with a gust of air, the being would alight And with a final glance behind him, he'd slip into the night. Once morning's dawned and trees have shaken their sleep off You may be able to find the place if your steps are soft. Look deep into the forest, at the foot of the tallest tree You'd know it if it were an oak, if it so happened to be. If you find an obsidian feather, lying by it's lonesome on the ground And carefully tilt your head to better hear an unfamiliar sound Laughter will come spilling forth from a beak-shaped maw You'll understand the story when the crow gives it's mocking "Caw!" [comments] => 6 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 40 [informant] => Eve [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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