Exodus

Taking shape in illimitable black abyss
of my often unhinged consciousness
creatures in hue of foreboding midnight
they of uncanny memory, ancient magic
cries swelling with fury's cadence
wings fluttering with rattling chains unshackled
a murder eager to fly brazen
harbingers of rage seeking it's time
crows-- birds of the underworld
soaring from my dungeons once more
and I in deliverance with them. 

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