The Ravens
A storm of feathers, black on black. We are not dead yet. So, we fly.
The sky above us. The sky below us. The stars above above us. The world below below us.
We hunger. beauty beauty beauty.
the golden one—
We are prisoners of this sky. Our blood curls ice cold in our veins. Emptiness claws at the insides of our chests and crawls up our throats. We thirst for freedom.
the golden one the golden one—
Only gold will set us free.
We seek. We fly. We hunt.
We hunger.
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FantasyA re-imagining of the classic "Beauty and the Beast" tale. He lives in isolation and fear. She has never known want. The ravens hunger for freedom. Together, they must defeat the evil that made them what they are.
