She lifted the limp
wing of the crane
gingerly Fallen
some days earlier, it
had been fighting. Fighting
some unknown enemy that
can only be known to the rest
of us as pain, the universal
enemy and binder of souls. Today
the crane stopped fighting. Finally
overcome in his losing battle
against broken wings, our story's
broken heart. As Viola sat by the fallen
bird, she sighed- Not the sigh of the
broken-hearted, but the sigh of the
sigh of the black bird that sits at the
edge of the battlefield
and grows weary
of the sight of death
All things beautiful,
she decided, must
die along with the
ugly and reviled
This great separator,
death, unites us all
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 4:47 PM UTC
She lifted the limp
wing of the crane
gingerly Fallen
some days earlier, it
had been fighting. Fighting
some unknown enemy that
can only be known to the rest
of us as pain, the universal
enemy and binder of souls. Today
the crane stopped fighting. Finally
overcome in his losing battle
against broken wings, our story's
broken heart. As Viola sat by the fallen
bird, she sighed- Not the sigh of the
broken-hearted, but the sigh of the
sigh of the black bird that sits at the
edge of the battlefield
and grows weary
of the sight of death
All things beautiful,
she decided, must
die along with the
ugly and reviled
This great separator,
death, unites us all
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