I see you in the stars Somehow you have been changed From how the mortal eyes have seen you Your mouth which used to speak Of hatred and hope oblique Becomes a beak without your teeth
Rage was born But it will die When its thrown into the fire
A brittle constellation An ancient observation You invite your guest to **** them The poison of your being These wounds caused by your sword Let Heracles avenge them
All night I look at you Such beauty born from hatred
The knives in your hands Cannot be be held by wings Your arms that change until you drop them The blasphemous skin And fingers meant for ripping These are the feathers that replace them
The sound of blood And ugliness Becomes beautiful music
Cygnus the swan. Greek mytholgy. You as a reader, I doubt you'll understand.