In awe you gazed upon the blue ocean of sky,
And black spots like tears feel down.
Looking as they fell closer. impending needles
Upon the waiting flesh of unsuspecting
Mortals,
Vessels,
Victims
Unknowing of their own arrived fate,
As slender tears discarded from high
Above found flesh, and the quill did
Burrow as was consumed
A shadow remained of what had stained
On soft tissue,
Then the noise beckoned forth from those
Lacerated by feathers fallen like wailing
Tears from clear blue.
Squalls were heard as from impact, like black
Petals flowering from the seed,
Feathers,
Obsidian,
Shimmered
In the birth of darkness's creation
Talons where nails now clawing
Human remains away,
In insanities confusion of thoughts now
Between two worlds.
Clawed at those of human design,
Onyx greeted crimson and screams greeted suffering,
As all now tainted
On the flowering of slated feather
Birthed once again and the flock
Rejected,
Sight,
Humanities
Tainted plight, as all feather dressed in proper
Order did fly into the blue sky.

"Mummy,

"Yes dear, what is it,

As she pointed in to the vast blueness above their heads,

"I don't know baby,

"They look like black tears mummy,
*"Like tears from heaven,

"I have a book"
"I have a book with pages within its covers,

I wrote your life on this page,
Each one of you were only ever a one,
Never more, never less,
I scribed upon it your
Birth,
Life,
Death
Was inevitable in that moment, I took
Notes before I wrote this,
Homework was needed as I feed
Myself into your life.

"Hi I'm Paul,

It was but a step to let myself in,
A friend is trusted upon time, let close
To life's
Moment*
Beginning
Breath
That I took wasn't mine, but written on
This dried page, red was the colour
That was used, still warm from
Your depleted carcass, no longer life.
You were one of a few blessed
Into eternity's words
No room for error as only one page you had,
Perfection inked on this dried page.

"I have a book"
"I have a book with pages within its covers,

I will write this till the book is full,
And though many fill this carcass of death,
They live on in the brief descriptions of their
Birth,
Life,
Passing
They are recorded in red ink, the blood of
Life now ceased flows on this page,
I am writing a book of memoires
Of live birthed, life lived and then death.

"I licked the pages,
"I know its wrong,
"But they where salty like cracking pork,

You will be immortal in these pages,
But first is you last breath, can you see
What I'm doing keeping your mundane
Life breathing within the pages.
Your flesh is the page, your blood the ink
That tells the story beginning, middle, and your death.

Whisper's* into the pitch, unseen breath but no one is there,
She giggles and calls her dad silly,
Its just her imaginary friend.
A seat taken told by eyes so small, questions
Of who sat earlier as the imprint left, and
To the touch heat still bleeds outs on the palm.
Invisible,
Cloaked,
Unseen
To those  not of innocence eyes,
For youth is pliable easy to twist to the
Will of those moulding there sight.

"We played hide the breath,

Daddy was sleeping as you climbed on top,
Held his breath.
Contorting,
Grasping,
Panic
In his eyes, till breath found as you let go.
We ran into the bedroom giggling at our fun,
daddy was silent in the morning,

"Father was no fun,

"Morning precious,

I smiled as the breakfast fell on the floor,
He looked confused as I laughed out loud,

"Daddy,

"What my little lady,

"Was it fun not to breath,
"To suffocate as if in a dream,

He didn't speak, all colour left his face
Was it something I said??
A man came around,
He was all in black, with a white collar,
She didn't like him,
She hated this man as he spoke words
I didn't no, didn't understand,
My friend screamed, but only I heard.

"Daddy stop it, your hurting my friend,
"She's crying,
"Daddy,
"Daddy,
"Daddy,  

"This is for the best, your friend isn't nice,

And as never there, like a shadow seeing the light
She was gone, and all alone I was again.

"Thank you father,

"That wasn't his dad, granddad doesn't look like that,

We moved soon after that, to another new place,
In a block of homes, like a stack of rooms
That had doors,

"Hi there,

They smiled so many new friends, to play
So many to play our games upon,

"Who you talking to precious,

We had learnt our lessons from the last house.
Never tell, where would be the fun in that.

"Myself daddy,
"Just myself,

As he walked away, I looked into the hallway
Outside our door, so many new friends
Invisible to their eyes, but I was going to
Show the other children the fun, that they could
Now have, we would play with mothers fathers
See their faces as our friends played with their lives.