The Poetry of Sylvan Shadowolf
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Crow If men had wings and bore black feathers Few of them would be as a crow is to clever For the crow is more than it's darkness of hue Magickal and mysterious; it's radiance shines through Shimmering feathers, as dark as the night Spreading it's wings, taking to flight Wind-borne avian, aloft and soaring While we below, in wonderment adoring
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