Light & Dark

The hungry raven screams into the night,
his eyes gleaming in the bright moonlight
The tired witch, she stumbles again
alone in a storm of hell-fire and rain
And the Angels that be, they fall and they rise
Even the ones, quite clearly, wolves in disguise
The World is a wicked place, and darkness threatens all
But may a hundred fires start, where even a spark should fall

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