A court of crows
Gathers in my mind
Conspiring so close together
That their beaks grind
They croak and groan
Cackle and moan
As they bicker over
My bag of bones
Their seditious whispers
Echo in my halls
As they urge my enemies
To go to war
But this council
Will be disbanded
When my white dove of hope
Has finally landed
A Court of Crows


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