A Thousand Blackbirds
A thousand blackbirds
A thousand beating wings
A dream given a name for only a moment
as they’re passed in shadow
Wires cross the sky
wrapping ‘round the tallest towers
brushing against dust veiled breaths
of untouched souls reaching
for a stolen hand
Gilded feathers of sleekest ebony
softly plea upon no ear
but only the moon
who will not hear
Upon the bell of midnight sprung
a flash of red
entangled in a mighty clash
of golden streaks
screams befalling only the night
for the cold and weary stars
to whom burden lies most
The Imminent rises
For a thousand beating wings,
fallen.
MechanisticMoth
Crocodilicus
xanpluto
