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Augury; 
a sign of what will happen in the future; an omen:

Complacent the night lays above,
Unsure what the darkness lies of
Corners, cracks, and fields
Lies only the beasts that yield
Before the sunrise, yet to come
Never sure, but aware of some

The day passes to and fro,
Still gazing at what is below
“Worry not, friend or foe,
For we know the place to go!”
Why oh why, does it seem I feel, I know
Of what is to come but only sorrow?

A figure of feathers and black
Rises and falls upon the back
Of a statue covered in wine and rust,
From then, I need know what I must
The aching begins in my spine,
From it’s eye to mine

Sleep is not afforded, no, not once!
My night only fills with stings and grunts
My head spills around, as if–
As if there came unstoppable stunts
Of immense power through, only once
Only once I knew, only once

Tense and sweat, a fever broke out
From the medics to the priests, shout
“Hail all but fall with grace,
For this is no mistake!”
 Rising the wretched flame
Upon the innocent and tame

From the wind and ashes rising the bitter end
As there is something I must amend
For the tree yonder, over and hill and branch
Survives the actively dying, screaming ranch
Beyond the flame lies there, that tree–
The one, the only, only it must be–

The eyes from that very night
Staring down, empty of fright
Cold, ominous and pleasured
A grueling scene, cruelly measured
The one bore seventeen years ago
The Witch that only I know

The wind changed; the fire climbed
The grass receded; her smile refined
“I asked, you told, then I find
What is yours is also mine
Burn what I must, but you lied–
All found is only worth grime”

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