Poem: The Dark Comes First

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The Dark Comes First

His beak the soft flesh tears;
no life is left which cares
to shoo black feathered fowl away.

Stale bile cakes his crown;
black blood he swallows down.
He caws in joy at this feast day.

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Connected: The Gods of Death

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