The Final Death

Black wings unfurled against the setting sun.
As sun and moon kiss, wings contract and expand.
Cities and forests turn to dust by the rushing wind.
The raven rests upon the mountain top, mourning.
All its life it rejoiced in death.
Soon it shall be, by death,
swallowed.

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