The Carrion On the Vulture of Poetry (Part 2)

The vulture soaring high in awe Creates her spine to prepare the fall As though a bullet from the gun of HIS hand She flies down to the Carrion of grand The poets now flee as she sets sight They run and scatter from her diving bite She sees the weak and focuses in Her beak enters first, on the "poets" with sin The "poets" rely on her constant cry For help from above as more come to fly One after one they enter the chest Of poetrys carrion they endulge in the best The ink from the soul of poetry bleed through On the face of her cleaner as she stares at you With those eyes so black they could eat the light From the page and the sage of your poetrys dear fright As she sees her baits killer staring in awe She realizes her job is not done at all The "poets" she admires with her beak draped in blood Are the fools that allowed this to happen with no judge She removes her beak and see herself In the reflection cast upon the "poets" true shelf It is her that she sees as her eyes focus in Convergant Evolution is the answer from HIM As she raises her wings high and lifts her soul She is now "poetry" as she did engulf The thoughts of man as she flys away She does carry them high from the "poets" true play "You are now scavengers like I was once" She replies to the fools on the ground in dunce "You will now kill yourself for the one is in me" True scavenger are yourself as you peck each others feet "Poets" I laugh for you killed your own "Poets" I cry for the future in a drone "Poets" I am angry for there will be no more "Poets" kill yourself and your carrion will be slow