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Blackened Heart
Where the blackened heart strides, the candle light dies in the window.
The black crow spreads his his wings, caws into the night and watches you with ancient wisdom,
Down below... Where the black waters roll.
Casting those around him in shadow, in the shadow of his wings.
His heart is the heart of the ocean,
There are storms on the seas that are his soul,
He is restless and deep, and must go where the black waters roll.
His heart as black as the feathers stuck in his hat, cocked upon his brow, revealing only a sly, and twisted smirk upon his lips,
A dark, keen glint in his eyes, reflecting the bird he claims his namesake.
A night wind, soft from the sea guides his soul.
His blood of whisky, fire and salt water,
His breath of poison and tobacco, yet a sweet, ensnaring breath...
Fall for him if you dare...
((Artwork credited below, writing is by me! :) ))
