The Grandfather of the Crows
Hunched against a canvas juxtaposed
Of starkest white, stricken by blight
Of glittering frost from Arctic Poles.
Bleakest grin, akin to the toad-
And sharpened mouth splits to croak
And bleat above the sullen fleet
Of dark, and damp sound with His Ode
-Anyssa (Aldeboran/Metis)
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