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a dark poem |
Silence, piercing, shrieking quiet Even the moaning wing held its breath The forest, its alluring serenity Purity, purity of peace The sun, still deep in slumber Below the chilled earth The misty fog wraps the earth in a frozen blanket The moon’s cold gaze Pierce the heart of the dark abyss Then, they begin to stir Thousands, hundreds of tiny bodies, Delicate and warm, Take a blind leap of faith into The embracing darkness As they dance across the frost bitten morning, They create a being Pulsing and breathing, The menacing shadow Takes flight into the icy kiss of the moon After the hunt, The being returns, With its task complete. It perishes and shatters into One thousand pieces In the damp abode, Sweat drips from the very air, Deafening calls, Unity a stranger to man In the squall of sounds, A creature lurks, cold and sly, Slithers, creeps, crawls Up to the slumber place, Of the blind Entwing, embracing…. With venomous kisses, Wings drive to the ground, Screaming, pleading for mercy, But it is consumed by the grasping abyss Although the crime is committed, The being lives on, A new being is embodied, Waiting to take wing, Into the embrace of the icy deathly quiet dawn. |