In the egg there is no light.
There is no space for more than one.
But this one is different,
this one has two.
And these two never rest...
One fights for what is right.
One fights for what is his.
And their black feathers dance
in that tiny dark abyss.
They know it feels wrong.
They know they're not the enemy.
But the egg is hatching soon,
and when the black becomes the white
A single Crow will take it's flight.
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