Quoth the Raven

Awaken the Fledge

Bidden, I have come, rescued of the hellish doom that permeates in entropic sin.
Who hears my account of the horror filled waking dream, in bedlamous din.
Timid and awake, a fledge reborn to the nest, thrust from the protections of overseeing eye.
Wings unfurled, head held high, the black bird takes to the cloud pregnant sky.