A broken wing
I apologise for not writing. My hand was I was prevented from writing. It appears that some do not appreciate my writing, but I will continue writing until my audience is found.
My wish was fulfilled in a way. It appeared that the crows did not like what I wrote, perhaps the Empress. I am not sure what displeased them. Perhaps it was my comment about the Empress. I saw her, though veiled in shadows. I think she came towards the end, but I do not know exactly when. She just seemed to appear. She watched me for a moment, then said: “Makkre. That is your name. Sing on then, sorry songbird. I will see what you write.
My hand pains me. I will continue another day.