The Unfairness Of Angels

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 The Ravens Call
In a world of worlds unknown
What is left, is left alone
But alone is not the matter here
For alone spreads fear
And where fear spreads
A hero treads
Uncomfortable silence, then a sound
And soon footsteps, fall upon the ground
The sound of metal against metal
The Prince has returned for a debt to settle
The Dark Prince has never left
Like a new born upon a mothers breast
The need for love never goes
Clad in black, head to his toes
The Dark Prince comes from the mist
Into the realm of which he's missed
The smell of her scent of dark desire
Sparks the spark of black fire
The Raven absorbs into the night sky
Looking down she calls out her cry
‘follow me, for I have brought you back'
‘Follow, follow don't look back, follow the track'
The form that is the Prince heads along the path
No talk, barely a breath, but for a laugh
He is back, the mirth says it all
The Dark Prince is back, and his first call ..
The Raven Queen …….



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