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Monday, 21 August 2017
Friday, 11 August 2017
Mor Deythan
Upon blackened pinions
silence takes flight
unkindness
sombre be their disposition
taciturn
disdainful
Lightless eyes of ink
ever watchful
ever patient
Carrion stink
the only betrayal
too late
Darkness shifts and strikes
melancholic
swift
Bleak be that beak
that tears
whet with retribution
Talons flash
in shadows
they rip out the heart
Desolate wake, inconsolable
corpses and black blood
in moonlight
Carrion stink
on the wind
the only thing left behind
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