Crow and Dove approach for battle
Perching pensive over plot
Thick, woody plot upholding
Fragile stick-like talons
Crow, black wit, betrayal
Manipulates his stance
Spreads wide and flaps his oily wings
Hovering over common ground
Steadfast Dove, plain as day
Remains fixed, her eyes in front
Softly whistling her unswayed theme
Troubling, piercing, crystal
Crow ascends in his show
Climbing the branch shrinks below
Dove whistles long and low
Deaf blind and mute, rise higher crow
Flaunt wide your unkempt wings
Above the rooted foe
Fly, embrace your invisible fate
White whistle, triumphant, still heard by all
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