The Crow.

The sky is dark, and there is no light,
except for that of the moon..
Thunder rumbles in the distance,
entwined with midnight's gloom.
The crow is perched in his tree,
embracing the secrets of the night..
Waiting for the sun to start rising,
so he can take his flight.
his wings are ready and shining like coal,
and his eyes are full of lies..
and he's slowly coming to the realisation,
that when daylight breaks, he must fly.

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