The Corvid Conjurings

It is by the munificent providence of the Lord, that I pen, as a vessel of the living, these characters, which by authority of the tortured mind, shall find their purport, not in the effect of their inditement, but rather in the pleasure of unbosoming a sacred terror. The introverted illustrations which have at times arrested me, to the inventories of surmise, and exclusive prejudice, have not in the perfunctory sense failed my intelligence, but I have lost all vanity of comprehension on this account. It was an afternoon of dull melancholy, and I had designated a sufficing leisure to the convenience of an educated quire, and yet, the drifting buoyance of my thought made me languid. The vitality of readership, in such conditions is established firstly in the considerate pursuit of insight, and then lastly the gratitude in the very precept of the author's acuity, and without this, I stared with little sentience upon the composition. It is then, that just as I was forsaking its lore, that of the occult and alchemical science, I heard a sharp percussion, as my window burst into iridescent shards, and through it, there fell a corvid creature. I shrieked upon its sudden intrusion, and to further assign an indelible signature to my horror, it wriggled and bled upon my floors. My mind struggled for reason, and my heaving shudders gave me a sensation, of an impending death. I drew closer towards it, and crouched upon it and at first cast of my shadow, I immideately perceived the distortion in its anatomy. Two heads! Yes, a second head unveiled itself from under its wing, and protruded to positive conspicuity. It wriggled in the warmth of its blood, and then suddenly, with a hideous cow, it erupted from its incumbency with a grotesque flight, and smashed against my walls, but at each interval of percussion, I saw it separate into multiple counterparts. My room had now become abound with those avians, and the window was my only avenue of escape, but the storey was insurmountable to my convenience and so I remained idle, while as if some phantasmagoric witchery had possessed my precinct, I saw the darn birds merge into a large, black mass. I quivered, at the edge of my window, wondering the benefits of suicide, until I heard a footfall amidst the cowing, and it was my servant,

"Master, do not fear! It is this book, filled with madness, that has corrupted your mind, do not fear I am here" and then I felt a coldness pressed upon my forehead and upon lucidity, I recognized its metal, as being that of the crucifix. My eyes sobered to the empty precinct, and as if the hues of a dream, had been broken in the dawn, I felt all things subdued, and pleasantly situated.

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