Black wings spread, a shadow wide, Raven king, with naught to hide.
He owns the wind, the sun's bright gaze, Through stormy nights and hazy days.
No eagle boasts a fiercer flight, No hawk a keener, darker sight.
From mountain peak to valley low, His kingdom stretches, to and fro.
A single cry, a piercing call, He answers to no rise or fall.
Proud and strong, his spirit free,The raven rules, for all to see.
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