A hawkish clairvoyant flying by river hovered in the sky, blending into the prepared sky On his nestled game. But seeing next door A crow, he leaves a first point. So of its attractions a proud mistress Rising up to heaven, I am overwhelmed by its beauty, But his fickle will is suddenly transported In the love of a raven to leave me behind. Ha! Beautiful darkened eyes that took the worst, More likely to hurt than discreet to elect, I fear you down, as the bird does Who waits only for the death of the enemy greenhouse When change brings him back to life, And it's the change that's dragging me to the grave.
