The crow explains his story With his eyes of beady black; The fox explains the other, His eyes scorned with tall-tale lies. However, the Swan presents herself with ease And soothes the tale with comfort and peace. Her eyes of hue shine, With scents of poetry and truth. The wine of time takes over, Filling her cup with ripe history. This tale is of a demon, Who's blackened heart... Was caressed from the sun herself. ☆*:.。. o .。.:*☆ pls all credits of art cover go to artist i am afraid i do not know the artist though i am sorry
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