Sunday, December 11, 2005

Dark Days

Dark days indeed. Walking
Through the woods, through rainfall
And the beast approaches. Closer, closer
I have no haven. Heaven has dissolved
My shadowy guardians have been slain
And birds of prey swoop, screaming
They scoop me up and I am carried
Through the sky. They are now my
Companions. I nestle into their wings
I will never be alone again.


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