A cult of ravens gather
their circle gropes the sun
someone is deceased
and the raven's feast has begun
One by one the dive below
landing firmly on the ground
they sing in glee and celebrate
the carrion they've found.
The jet-black guild had met their fill
and swiftly flew away
these scavengers won't feast again
until another day
their circle gropes the sun
someone is deceased
and the raven's feast has begun
One by one the dive below
landing firmly on the ground
they sing in glee and celebrate
the carrion they've found.
The jet-black guild had met their fill
and swiftly flew away
these scavengers won't feast again
until another day
Category Poetry / All
Species Unspecified / Any
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