Crow
Why has the love gone in shreds,
A mayhem curse.
Invited birds of the night on my pad,
A wild man's pet.
She flaunts her feathers in his sleep,
A sacred spell on damning dreams.
Tucks her wings and flaunts her wig.
She would soon weep as she feeds,
On every piece till he bleeds
Disregard his celebrated medallion pads.
Copyright © Sizo Hlophe | Year Posted 2016
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