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A raven's song

A raven flew across the wasted lands,

ripe with traps and siren calls -

who sang of sweet unknowns,

'let us know! let us know! - we want your soul to own!'

And when the night it came at last,

a twinkling light he saw so far.

Oh, how it spoke with white candour

of a place to rest, of a place to chant - somewhere to land.

With hurried flight he dived the night,

a blur, of midnight sky.

The light, it grew so fast;

a pub! Upon this wretched land?

The windows lit, a full locale!

where patrons drank and people sang.

Upon the door, in runes of old - the Midnight Pub.

But no! Entrance barred,

for those who come from afar.

Sorrow embraced the raven,

who began a silent ode,

of his travels - and of his woe.

'Far I've flown and much I've seen,

but never saw a brightest light - so pristeen.

So I swear upon the winking stars

and by the lunar imps' mischief,

I will comply and I will behave,

I will follow this pub's etiquette.'

With a heavy *clack*, the door swung open,

the Midnight's owner made his choice.

With a wide smile and clear voice

the crow - began a serenade.

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Tracker tips his hat as the Raven's song concludes.

And may you fly alone - nevermore!

I love this so much