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I lay down on my bed as an albino raven appears before me perched upon the edge whistling a tune of lies that it had bestowed me.
"The days grow cold and dead but the flames beneath us keep us warm and fed my dear old fere.
As you begin to dream of fields and roses, family and friends you keep so dear.
You must remember the shrouded widow that hides behind your ear.
No more shall it be hidden when day begins to fall, no more will it be ignored like a fly on the wall.
The darkness will take flight and deliver you sorrow. But don't worry my boy- There's always tomorrow."
With each passing thought the raven spoke through, but not only he was the one speaking too.
As you begin to dream of fields and roses, family and friends you keep so dear.
You must remember the shrouded widow that hides behind your ear.
No more shall it be hidden when day begins to fall, no more will it be ignored like a fly on the wall.
The darkness will take flight and deliver you sorrow. But don't worry my boy- There's always tomorrow."
With each passing thought the raven spoke through, but not only he was the one speaking too.
But I durst not open my eyes to see who.
A growling started growing louder and louder provoking me to stare, but I do not wish to be trapped in a loop of despair.
As the raven finished its tune, I awake to see that I was soon to be doomed.
As the light began to dimmer, the figure of an old withered man with a goat's head did appear.
When the light finally faded, the words the figure spoke were fated to come true.
A foul stench shrouded my room, an odor of death I presumed.
The man spoke tongues not known to this world, then spoke to me with a fiendish grin.
He raised one arm and reached for my toes, "And which one will I take first, Do you know?" Light from the doorway was all that allowed me to see, as the man reached for his finger tips ripping back his flesh tearing through the seams of his stitched up hand.
Deep cuts surrounded my middle toe as he began to tug, with a little force he yanked it off a whole.
Cries for mercy began to spill, he had a thrill I suppose.
One by one he began to laugh, blood dripping from his skeletal fingers.
Blood that stained the blankets like wax.
The albino raven appeared once more, perched beside the elder pecking at the torn off bits of my feet. the man looking back towards me shook his head and began to beam.
"Do not cry little child" he said with a smile.
"As the crow said, there's Always Tomorrow."
I closed my eyes with tears running down my face.
I soon woke up- a dream I suppose. One that felt so real and composed.
As I looked down at the edge of my bed,
There before me was the man lying dead.
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