Flesh gleaned from every nightly tide
Dubh pecks the eye from the dog fox corpse,
Entangled in the hoary gorse.
Dubh dives into the Mirrored Mere,
The Portal of the Feathered Seers.
Dubh speeds the passage of the fallen,
The spirit’s journey is his calling.
An unkindness of sable Ravens
Flock the bloody carrion field
Returning to the Axis’ Wheel
All that the dead can yield.
Dubh feasts on flesh thus setting free,
From mortal coils sweet liberty.
Dubh strips the flesh from the dog fox corpse,
Entangled in the hoary gorse.
Dubh pecks the bones the moon provides,
Flesh gleaned from every nightly tide.
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