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Out of Poe's bleak imagination, It flew up in the dark skies Bringing with it misery and demise, It dominated Death's nation... A dark creature, Full of dreadful energy, Crafted by Death itself, It rose above the dead mortals... With bloody red eyes, It swooped down towards the unlucky mortal, Watching how awesomely it dies, With the its blood running down in full throttle! On the mortal's  corpse, it rose, In full glamour, it made a deadly pose, It's eyes full of victory, Gleamed like a lovely ruby, And blood dripping down its beak, Was the alarm for Death to sneak... Straight from the shadows, Death made its entry, With