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| Like a Raven, you are an Omen of Darkness.
Your presence clings to the shadows.
O what many secrets lie beneath those eyes.
Why hideth thyself in times of peril?
For your children glide beneath your wings.
Magic so omnipotent, Malistaire cannot compare.
Like a light, you gave sight to our world tree, Bartleby.
Your authority radiates, magical creatures bow beneath your keel.
From the depths of Hrundle Fjord you emerged through the thicket.
An entrance so sublime it should be placed in an exhibit.
My heartbeat like cannons, my eyes glistening as I saw your face.
A sound I heard once before, leading up to this moment.
My hairs leaned towards the screen in awe.
There you stood in all your beauty, feathers as blue as Morning Glory.
The stories through your beak, they speak to me.
You watched me, perched in a tree.
For you are our fortress.
An overseer to Witches and Wizards alike.
I never knew you, but you knew me.
You left me but a voice, a voice that pierces my soul.
A voice that weaved and bent the spiral.
A voice that gave me an ending to this story Afterall.
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