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May 2013 · 806
Mors inevitabilis est
dappled light pours down from the heavens
wind whispers through the leaves
song birds declare their love for one another
the orphan fawn just grieves.

white bone glares through his tattered hide
his stomach pines for help
a cougar has slain his mother
and injured the little whelp.

he rests his head on his front hooves
he takes a deep breath in
life is just a vicious cycle
and this one's at its end.
Feb 2013 · 5.5k
Infidelity
Thunder rolling,
Gasping,
Growing.
Torrents splatter on the window.

She's patrolling,
Waiting,
Knowing.
Marriage bringing her so much sorrow.

Lipstained clothing,
Cheating,
Posing.
Two rounds in him, no more tomorrow.
Feb 2013 · 477
Robin
I feel the sun
liquid gold
warm as a mother's embrace

I spread my wings
my feathers are new
I am unsure

the wind dances in me
I will learn to fly.
but I cannot

earth is rushing towards me
I am falling.
failing

I plummet
I crash
we live, only to die
Feb 2013 · 1.1k
Eternal
Just as the sun doth kiss the sapphire waves,
Who clash so fiercely the frontier sand,
As steady as Ra ascends the sky,
Golden beams of life to Mother Earth.
As certain as these occurrences do come,
So burneth my love for thee.

Days do arrive lacking the kiss of gold,
Heaven’s cobble may obscure the way,
Betrayal of sight whispering lies,
Imperceptible, yet forever present.
As lover’s quarrels appear so dim,
Devotion will prevail evermore.

When the sun blesses earth no more,
As the moon flees the inky grasp,
Stars shall perish in fiery abandon,
And lasts mortal breaths gasp out.
From walls pebbled with precious gems,
My soul still brims passion for you.

Darkest of Angels doth flit nearby,
His hand claims souls with each moment,
Heaving lives from misery on Earth,
Into eternities o’ Heav’n or Hell.
Saint Peter shall summon mine epitaph,
Embrace me then, in our feathered grasps.

— The End —