The Raven, they say, used to be a pure white bird. But because of its habit of following the path of war and feasting on the bodies of dead and dying men, they could hear their last words being spoken. Every foul curse, every lament, every cry for a lost lover, friend, child, home, or parent. It was through the despair, fear, and anger of the dying that the raven turned black. A miasma of sound that poisons the white wings black.



Just fucking around in Harmony. Touchpads suck, by the by.

Edit: Changed it some and added in another bird to make the composition not retarded. Yay for leaving windows open!