here I sit-
bathed in darkness
trapped beyond reach of the sun
I do not touch the poor creatures they cast into my darkness
flesh does not satiate me
so I chew on my rage
everyday I spin curses
on my mother, on Minos,
on the gods who orchestrated this.
one day I will escape
run far away
into the mountain meadows
and watch this city burn
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —
to answer with such a simple thing,
but 'tis what draws my heart —
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
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