If ye shall ever glance upon a red raven
Ye shall behold a sight most graven
For upon that night
The moon shall be such a fright
With its visage bloody and blight.
Now the townsfolk shall be such a weary
Slamming their doors in a hurry
Sounds arising from beyond the clearing
Things that should not be nearing
The sights they see so frightening.
Take this tale as a heed young man
Do not ignore a bad omen
If a red raven ye see
Stay away from the town before thee
Else the graves keep shall to the ground add ye.
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