In the graveyard otherwise known as a school, he stares at his prey. The children scream and run into the darkness and gloom of this dull May Day. The Crow he circles the weakest link, clawing and scratching as his system of cruelty. He screeches with laughter as the lone child falls into an everlasting sleep. Scared to come and terrified of never returning, He Was Scared Of The CROW.
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