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Tower Crows

Black as the night with hints of vermillion 

eyes so deep that one cannot see behind

the guarded glint so arrogant and tall are the

keepers of the gate, black and corpulent from the

food left unchecked. Chest puffed out in military-like

might, yet with no medal in sight. Within those

Tower walls in search of lost souls no longer able

to consume the remains of the deceased clipped for life,

unable to take flight they will exist as

prisoners for the remainder of their plight.