Darling of the skies
Now
That it be dawn
Lark
That flies
Minister of new day
In the Cabinet of
New Dawn.
Yesterday
You roamed amidst
The tombs
The monuments
Of the drear
Cemetery.
Now
Turncoat that you be
You fly
Sky high
Transformed
From the torch-bearer
Ghost and shroud
And
Shadow
Of last
Night
Just
That.
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