The Corvid

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered (but not weary),
Over an arcane and wonderous volume of forgotten lore,
As I studied, mind ablaze, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my tower door.
"Tis some visitor," I thought, "tapping at my tower door,
Only this and nothing more."

But as I opened wide the door, there stood a corvid, dark and gaunt,
With eyes that shone with ancient wisdom, and a voice that spoke so faint.
"O wizard," I gasped in shock, "What brings you to my door?"
"A quest, dear mortal," spoke the corvid, "A quest to right a great wrong,
And restore the balance of the world, where chaos does not belong."

"But what is this great danger," I asked, "That you can't face alone?"
"Tis a beast of shadows" he said, "born of darkness and of stone,
That preys upon the innocent, and feeds upon their fear,
A monster that is ancient, and knows not love nor cheer."

"But how may I," I asked the corvid, "Assist you in this quest?"
"With this," he said, and from his cloak he drew a shining bell,
An artifact of power, it shone with light from many spells.
"This bell," the corvid explained, "Can banish any demon,
And send it back to the abyss, deep among hell's legions."

So with the corvid as my guide, and the magic bell at hand,
We set out into the night, to face the shadowy land.
And as we journeyed on, we encountered many a foe,
But with the power of the bell, we sent them all below.

Until at last we reached the beast, the shadow monster dire,
A creature of such ancient evil, that it set my soul on fire.
But with a mighty ring of the bell, and a bat's silent cry,
We vanquished the beast, and we saw it die.

And so our quest was won, and peace restored to the land,
Thanks to the brave and noble corvid, and the magic of his hand.
And as we stood victorious, I knew that I had grown,
To be a hero in my own right, and a worthy champion on my own.

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