"Blackened ivory, burnt to the core.
The colour of night burns through into my soul.
No rest in my mind, pain grips me tightly to the end.
No one but the raven will embrace me now as I lay in darkness, dying.
Leaving this world will not prove me wrong.
All I can do is let go."

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