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   I myself have always cast an eye past those who stand at a less fortunate stature. But then again, who has not? We all merely dismiss those who sit upon the street curb with signs of scribbled distress and long faces permanently etched with despair. They are nothing to us. We offer them simple coins (though in most cases, the average man turns their nose up to them in blatant disrespect) because we feel such small amounts of pity. Whether their past may hold injustices or perhaps substance abuse, no one should deserve to live amongst the wood and contemplate if they may gain a morsel to eat the next day.    I have never felt such strong

Many a night I had dreamed; Dreamed to be The Raven of Ebony Plume, whose talons of obsidian graze the park of pine as he sets flight. Wings that slice like fine silver cutlery through the violet heavens Eyes of omens yet to be foretold I have always aspired to be The Raven of Ebony Plume.