Shadow of the Raven
The Raven Lord is idle,
On spoils, growing fat.
Titled master of the Nexus,
Thinking that's the end of that.
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None stand up to challenge him,
No heroes or realm lords.
All paths lead to the Raven Court,
To his curse they come toward.
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But no more, I do contend,
I won't let this tumour bloom.
Here, at last, I challenge him,
At the Towers of Doom.
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Call me what you wish, oh lord,
Usurper, rebel, knave.
But it's time for your wings to be clipped,
To know the justice of the grave.