Blackened Silhouettes Fill the Skies
On a hot and sleepless summer night,
Blackened silhouettes fill the skies,
It was blackbirds on their midnight flight;
In a chilling apocalyptic scene
They haunted the night with their cawing cries
The flap of their wings was like a thunder machine
Their numbers seemed endless, but just before dawn,
Before the sun did rise
The scary ebony mass was gone,
But they live on, in a nightmare that never dies!
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6-9-18
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Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2018
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