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Through the grim skies of night,

The winged creatures take flight,

Feathers fall all around,

Yet not a one makes a sound.



Rainfall of ebony,

Flight a silent symphony,

All gaze above their head,

Seeing the omen of dread.



Yet, through the fog of black,

A bright light follows the track,

Beauty hidden within,

Blessing driven into sin.



Finally the swarm lands,

Ruby eyes look at stained hands,

Two beings of judged love,

Both the Raven and the Dove.