Silence
The feathers fade midst the beer brown grass
Dark purple midnight black, bleaching to gray
Shadows stretch to touch the cooling heap
Of the raven, still like the trees, silent like the boy,
Staring…
At the havoc that he had wrought,
Staring at the worlds he had destroyed.
And as he threw the catapult to another planet,
A sea of sorrow washed over his eyes,
So that he did not see where it fell.
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