描述
In twilight's shroud, a man's grim plight,
Transforms, by moon's embrace, to avian flight.
Feathers cloak his weary frame,
As darkness claims his human name.
Once tethered to earthly realm,
Now, a creature cursed, his soul to overwhelm.
His eyes, black pearls, mirror despair,
As he soars on chilling winds, aware.
A crow he becomes, with secrets untold,
Through midnight's veil, his sorrows unfold.
From perch to perch, he mournfully calls,
His caw a lament, echoing through the walls.
A wretched specter in shadow's domain,
He dwells alone, cursed to forever remain.
In nocturnal guise, the man finds no rest,
For his torment persists, a tragic bequest.
Yet, in his feathers, darkness does enthrall,
A raven's grace, amidst the eerie sprawl.
A tragic fusion, man and crow entwined,
A haunting presence, forsaken, confined.
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