A crow's warning, the dark,

A crow's warning, the dark, soft death is near.
The danger is in the cruel, withered rage that keeps you in its grip.
The black grave, though rare, turned the girl drowsy as she struggles with her grief.
Yet somehow, the golden whisper of honor transpires her from her gray reality.
With her courage restored she giggles at the coming storm.

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