photo by Zosienka Ania Powierza As I gazed up at the starry sky, a huge,
Crow caught my eye.
It was enchanting how
he flew with grace,
With a look of courage
upon his face.
How I would've loved
to fly with him in the
night sky,
Then, we'd be together,
Just he and I.
The Crow Priestess
Crow caught my eye.
It was enchanting how
he flew with grace,
With a look of courage
upon his face.
How I would've loved
to fly with him in the
night sky,
Then, we'd be together,
Just he and I.
The Crow Priestess
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The sky is dark, the sky is cold.
Fly with me and you'll never grow old.
Come join me in my starry throne.
Together, yes, and yet alone.
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