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Her
Yearning in the wild,
The abode of the Ravens,
Where the trail leads the unknown,
Stood a forlorn revenant.
Clutching the ruby herte,
Graced by the wailing strix,
Primed to set ablaze,
In the hour of the gloaming,
Ravaged to bring demise.
I called for the figure
And pled mercy.
The cold, aloof fiend,
Left me deserted.
As the orb went down,
It gave a glowering grin
In fervor to light the core.
The inferno gazed,
Informed me of the keeper, not the kept.
In the wild I burned to see myself burn,
And marked the closure in the ashes and fumes.
- Ebony Mortem
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