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
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