You were once my fated foe,
Rabid Crow.

But what has come, to tame you so,
Rabid Crow?

You've been defanged, far less deranged.
You've been defiled, no longer wild.

What remains of one I know,
as Rabid Crow?

What has broken your will so,
Rabid Crow?

What has changed the man I used to know?

You've lost yourself, are something else.
You're not the one I used to shun,
What has become of the one I used to know?

Who I called Rabid Crow.


Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 21st of Sapiarch, in the year 18 AC.