Black Wings

When world were young, and gods they spun

The cycles into place,

There were but one who ‘marked upon

Wi’ frown upon her face:

Should tides turn rough and strong enough,

T’would grind the stone back round…

And moon would come in place o’ sun,

And up be going down.

Like in the bakin’ sunshine,

Wi’ salt crystals on the deck…

What might be just the gems of fools

May also break yer neck.

So watch ye fer the bigger birds,

‘Cause fer the corpse they come.

The feathers bright into the night,

But black against the sun…

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Black Wings

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