The pale wind whispers to the dark heart,
the one who wears his feathers
more as guise than garment.
It carries him onward
to lead a blackened life
as the harbinger of doom
and servant to the hooded spectre.
The wind rises beneath colossal wings
that close over the unfortunate
like the silk lined coffin lid -
he is lifted ever higher
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 2:07 PM UTC
The pale wind whispers to the dark heart,
the one who wears his feathers
more as guise than garment.
It carries him onward
to lead a blackened life
as the harbinger of doom
and servant to the hooded spectre.
The wind rises beneath colossal wings
that close over the unfortunate
like the silk lined coffin lid -
he is lifted ever higher
Just something I thought up in a few minutes but I thought would be worth posting
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