Raven flew quietly into the dusk
Avoiding any hint of man-made light.
She used only the moons glow that
Shimmered off her feathers like a liquid silk.
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Dodging buildings
Like dodging bullets
Until Raven found a tree
To rest her tired wings
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Yet misfortune strikes
Like hours on a clock
And a man, Mark, strikes
His untimely time
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Blood spilled onto carpet
Like wet paint on walls
Raven dips her toes
Making sure the crimson is cold
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Then Raven dips her lips
Onto the man's cheek
Like how princesses
Kiss frigid frogs
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Then the transformation
Of man to angel
Frog to prince
Is complete
