Hello readers! A thousand sorries that I have been absent for such a long time. I hope this makes up lost time and writing! (Note: this is written in a sort of old way of speaking, so when you see “ed,” you would say it like the name Ed, as its own syllable.)

What dust thou know,

Crow?

What lies inside thine black-hole mind,

What dark would darkbird show?

“Claw and caw, this be mine law: spells and riddles shawl our thought.”

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What evil dust thou tow,

Crow?

What bloody things hold up thy wings

That fleshfeed brings them low?

“Claw and caw, this be mine law: our revenge is best served raw.”

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What devil dust thou follow,

Crow?

What demon thing pulls these wing’s strings

And will it be so tomorrow?

“Claw and caw, this be mine law: we serve those that serve the Fall.”

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Who art thou, Crow?

Thou evil piece of deep abyss

That in the nighttime witches kiss,

Thou fragment of the deepest sea

Somehow escaped and now flies free,

Thou shard of hard and scarred steel

That high above the earth doth reel,

Higher, higher, higher, higher!

Till swarms of wings blot out sun’s fire,

Crows are heard from in the dark,

How dark is night, how dim my spark!

“Claw and caw, this truth you saw, this darkness good, our chaos law,

This awesome power that we are,

This is Crow, and we are God.”