In the cool breeze

Of the morning sun

Sits the raven.

His eyes flickering back and forth

like a serpent

getting ready to strike.

Watching

Waiting

seeing everything.

Biding his time.

To put his curse

upon mankind.

Because He knows

the first human that

sets eyes on him today

      will die.

Here sits the Raven.

He knows he is death.

He’s watching

for you

to take your last breath.

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