Darker* corners have ended their watch
                        Before
                            ­         The Sun
                                        Has
R  i  s  e  n

But these feathers I gathered
Show more beauty
Than the night *itself.

                                          Constellatio­ns can be seen in its fibers
                                          It reflects the light like the moon
                                          The stem is as hollow as her
                                          The ink is drawn from it's tip
                                          Writing words of
                                                              ­                                                  D  e  a  t  h

­This cancerous curse will be the fatal killer
In the night you'll hear a dragon roar
And a wolf
*howl