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Poem
A murder flies on ebon wings,
A chorus of loud, cawing things.
Onyx beaks stab the skies,
Filling it with joyous cries.
Mothers, brothers, sisters, sons.
How strange a shape in which family comes.
A delicate pencil illustration shows two young girls with dark feathered wings, like those of crows. Both have messy dark hair. One wears a simple dress and black choker. They hold hands tenderly, gazing at each other with gentle expressions. Dark feathers drift in the air around them.
This reminds me of princess tutu =3
Aww, I take that to heart! I wonder if I’d seen that when I made this? I’m a big fan of Princess Tutu.