The Raven hasn't eaten,

Thy gluttony leaves it beaten.

The untold of many whispers,

The 9 curiosities of the cat's whiskers.

We could feed it bread,

But mold will turn it dead.

We could feed it beef,

But it'll be left stale as a leaf.

So we must swim deep.

Deep into the contortion of the blackbird

Starting with The Illicit Limbs.