Tasting Feathers
felled from murders
of crows, I am Raven.
Beast of black. Imagination's
carrion. I devour flock and
flight. My vision,
crossed caws cruel. Talons
torture, tearing tendons and beaks.
An amalgamation of claws defines
my throne, still bleeding.
I reign in their dark
echo, as a self-
appointed god.
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