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Poetry News Post #4472

Birds of a Feather

Written by: Sylphic Scarlattan, Harley Ashaela, Quixotic Coquette
Date: Sunday, November 10th, 2013
Addressed to: Everyone


As dawn's breath graces the sky,
Oh! What sordid plumes fly by!
Each fluttering in passionate spring,
Avian delight, spread upon wings.

Hear us cry to Lord Vastar,
"May wind take us, near or far!"
Aurora's kisses, soon love brings,
Feverishly plummeting, burning things.

The fall so greater than flight,
Torn clouds save not from this plight.
Grace removed as death is donned,
Beneath us there the earth yawned.

Revenants we slip through graves,
Recalling flight in shackles of slaves.
Drooling mouths slash faces despaired,
Yet when we feast we haven't a care.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Mayan, in the year 639 AF.


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