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Black Prince A pathway through a battered scene, blackened trees their clumps of green. Charcoal stumps, a sight forlorn. the velvet touch of life reborn. Brilliant green with rain of dawn, coloured drops in yellow sun. A month of fire then thunderstorms, splintered limbs and branches torn. Dead tree top and beating wings, then the sound that darkness brings! Raven prince! a fearful sight, deathly cry your eye of white. |