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The raven Queen calls in the night
A guttural pitch that triggers fright
Her cries echo between the trees
Reigning over all she sees
Oily feathers glow in moon light
Her magic power is the gift of sight
She knows your path before you do
Whatever the outcome, you know it’s true
Leave her gifts, take note when she’s near
She flies with promise, not indoctrinated fear
All hail the Raven Queen
Come to me, when I dream
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