Nov 21
And the Wings Glow Brightly Red
Fear hovers near with wisps of worry
The flutter of the demon bird can be heard
And the wings glow brightly red
As it hovers overhead
Afraid to look and see the hoary cry of abandon
Waiting to be screamed in my face
My eyes stay tight and I murmur prayers
To one who cares and hope he deigns to act
Red glow playing on my face
Ancient messenger patient for my attention
Unholy end or holy intervention
If only I were brave enough to look
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