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DARK WING The night breeds the cold, shocking the leaves; That fall upon the naked ground. A blackest rain extends its icy touch; Permeating to the bone, causing true regret in every being; That loves the bright warmth of the day's renewal. Flying on course towards the haven; Where fare souls are hung to whither; She floats upon the edge where no living thing wonders. A lonely creature's howl crosses a fettered field; Echoing over remnant shafts of frozen wheat; Through rusting tributes to the human existence. Dark wing you fly over shadows and silhouettes of this maddening dream. Dark wing you run upon the air; Thick with the resurrection of the nightmares vision; Cloaked within your feathery cape; Converging with the spirits on a flight towards forgiveness. Your oily sheen is revealed in a streetlights death white somber glow; Empty eyes, darker then plowmen's coffee; Seeing the night as few have seen; From a height where all transaction are revealed Where all illusion are betrayed. Dark wing you bring the night; Beneath your feathery cap of onyx plumes. Though the dawn may end your mission; Finding you hidden from the world; Behind the molding granite walls of a dank mausoleum crypt. You will rise again like Lazarus; When the last light of a falling star reveals the days final deeds of man and creature. When the heavens turn dark; When the morning sun's glory is but a promise to return. |