Dark Wings Poem by Sanika kkk

Mauve sky crowded
With black wings
Rings with a screeching
That was oppressed during the sun's regime.

In the menacing night she
Stands with a smile and
Unveils herself to its purity
Her only clarity in the chaos of insanity.

Her mute voice screams
A mute call
For the winged creatures to
Be her lost voice.

Flapping wings follows
flapping hands; a dance of redemption
Accompanied by howls and barks
An orchestra of the wretchedly blessed.

She breathes, she dances,
She lives and she laughs
Burying the maleficent sounds
In hope she'll soon be found.