The Hawk
Like a hawk swooping down for its prey,
You snatched me up one bright day.
High into the clouds we soared together,
My destiny-to be yours forever.
The sun and moon our guiding lights,
As many days turned into starless nights.
With your claws you clutched my soul,
Ripped it out yet made it whole.
Copyright © Rebecca Frazier-Alvarado | Year Posted 2006
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