Verse.

The flesh of the raven

Fries in the dust

In the birthof the maven

At the twilight’s rust

The outline of the mound

Flashes in its wake

A valued surround

For the magical stake

The sacrifice of the phoenix

Has opened his eyes

To the life of the penis

And experience’s rise

The toll of the ages

The system of defeat

Ogled nevermore by the sages

Before a drifting fleet

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