Blackbirds Circling To Eye the Dark Festive Feast

Blackbirds Circling To Eye The Dark Festive Feast Feast or famine, orbs in heart of a crow love 's bright spirit and all it may bestow Winging shadows fleeing fast every scene bitter bile erupting from opened spleen Flying in dark storms, hoping for a strike dead soldiers, each head vaulted on a spike Wonders within cleverly hidden clouds priests in deep caves wearing unholy shrouds Future life and great hopes it may reveal when nothing matters, nothing there to steal Blackbirds circling to eye dark festive feast not even love soothes the raging black beast Love and Fate doing battle worlds away which is the greater fighter hard to say Robert J. Lindley, 11-05-2016