The Raven stands alone in a wasteland,
Staring at the darkening sky.
Listening to the wind,
And all that floats by.
A stark wasteland.
Standing in that wasteland,
Under its waning light.
The Raven’s call pierces the silence,
Awakening a painful blight.
Echoing through the wasteland.
The crackle of a fire,
Brings everything alight.
The flame consumes the lonely Raven.
A Phoenix now flees the wasteland of its past life.
Flames burning away the wasteland.
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