the crows sink their beaks into my skin so that they are fed once again
I'm glad I have some purpose to them
if not a comrade, food.
I keep them alive
and it was time to remind them of that once again today
"Hey, silly crows, look at this," I light my finger tips on fire, the purple flames glimmering
"STOP! NO MAGIC!" They screech, backing away in fear
"Why are you afraid, it's just a little fire!" I laughed, reaching out with hands aflame
The crows began to cry, swatting at my hands and my wrist, leaving more cuts and bruises. I retracted my hand in anguish and left them to feed on my flesh.
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