Treasure Island

Plague Rose


Blackbird


In this mist of morning day
Cold and chill will come my way
And in this moment I hear a crow
Cawing past the dark gray road
And in the road of distant mist
I see the Inklings and a glimpse
Of Blackbird shadows gliding by
Through the empty unseen sky
Feathers dancing like a storm
In this misty dark gray morn
And in the night in moon filled dreams
I find this world is as it seems
Confounding thoughts fill my brain
As I watch the scattered rain
And in the light of dreams I shattered
What insignificance; and still, it mattered
So in this silence dead of night
Sunset vultures in their flight
And stop only for my soul
For without reason it shines like gold
And only stops for moments on end
To call the blackbird my dark gray friend

Submitted: Monday, November 19, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, November 20, 2012
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