I have black magic seeping from my fingertips into the ground
a cloudy, smoky substance that dances in the air
and twinkles in moonlight
I hate it
I hate how beautiful it is
I hate how much I love this magic
I hate how much I enjoy using it
so I will use it to destroy anything I love
as a punishment for the things I do not deserve.
my name is dove, but I am the Crow Queen.
these gashes have healed
and my title is all that I have conquered, and nothing more
the songbirds take care of me
I wear a crown of lilies instead of roses
I ran faster than I ever had. So fast I didn't realize I had stopped. I was in Crow's arms.
"Feed us stupid girl. Feed us." The crows hissed.
"No." I told them
"Feed us stupid girl. Feed us!" The crows growled, louder they got larger and hungrier every second.
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