The Valley of Blood Ravens

Very much an allegory.

There is a place

Where the blood ravens live

In their ugly disgrace

Never to forgive

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They feed on hearts

Left in the valley

Forsaken of art

In a morbid finale

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The scarlet raven's maw

Bloody and dark

Has devoured something raw

And has no remark

Except to mercilessly caw

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It spreads its wide wings

Read to take flight

Do terrible things

And cause great plight

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It's navy blue eyes

Two unforgiving orbs

Evil it sees while it flies

All to be absorbed

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It talons grasp

At broken hearts

Around blood vessels clasp

As they come apart

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The birds live from

Ended loves

Which have succumbed

To the power above

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The hearts fall

From the purple sky

And the smell calls

As the ravens fly

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Pebbles fall from the scree

As the fowl sit on the mountain

And among the jet black trees

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This valley exists in our dimension

It is not of ostentatious pretension

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A blood raven lives within

Us all

Like a deadly sin

Its evil squawks call

Author's Note

Influenced by "The Raven". Please be honest with the feedback. Thanks!