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| Quiet, desolated, was one dark dusky morgue,
Where past a window only moonlight dare absorb. As dismal and spooky as the graveyard just outside, Was soon to be a body that would lucidly misguide. (A man was unfortunate moments before he went, He wished upon a star for something he'd repent. A mist from the sky had fell to cause a shroud, And took shape to a crow which wilfully endowed. The bird granted the man a better life after death, Before the mist it returned, stealing his last breath.) A priest spoke a verse as the same crow did perch, And the star turned bright after a bell from the church. Eyes of the man's corpse opened with a glare! And reflected the moonlight which grievers did despair. But a handsome young man climbed from this tomb, Less deadened than those present and stunningly abloom. He felt better than anyone and any other thing, Then the crow did caw before a warning it did sing: “Your wish has come true so pay this heed, A full day is no option so refrain from greed.” Ignorance prevailed, as the man began to boast: “This is no curse but a blessing at the most!” As he entered a town, people loved his reward, No longer lonely until dawn came toward. His skin began to rot, an eye burst after! The crow raised its wings with cursed laughter. "Of course any wish does come with a twist," It then one last time disappeared in mist. These days the corpse is nothing more than bone, You can find him near his grave, now eternally alone. RIP. 28th June 2007 Updated: 31st August. |
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| #2: Unfortunate Corpse |