once
crow was white as snowfall grace
singing hymns to ancient bright skies
he grew bold with every sunlit breath
spread wings beyond their given span
a challenger to the sun's throne
he soared upward through molten light
each ray a warning etched on feathers
still he believed he could conquer it
the sky split open in roaring flame
sun bared its teeth and burned him whole
purity scorched to brittle black ash
crow tumbled silent from scorched heights
his wings now whispers of pride's price
earth cradled him humble and charred
from white to black his hunger speaks
a defeated song shadows still hum
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The poem in verse tells a great myth you have created with a moral. Well done Gray
As always thank You Soren for your continued support
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