Here I am.
The concept is cruel; it waits and lurks,
Give it an hour to test and search,
like a black raven, pestering and prodding,
nevermore will it leave this earth.
Tearing out the eyes of men,
And ripping out each heart with ease,
give it time, let it in
and it could do as it pleased.
Curious is the black-feathered friend
that we usually mistake as a means to an end,
it lures us into a sense of calm
and strikes before we can defend.
It begins to unlock the doors of past memories,
One by one each latch slides open,
Doors in which were binded shut
now with seals lie broken.
And yet the raven still keeps prodding.
no way knowing its every plotting,
curious creature, it leaves no pride
but takes everything, leaving nothing.
Can you defend from someone so cunning?
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