I'm a nesting bird in flight bearing dreams of tomorrow
Coursing through deafening winds with wings aright
Blinding ghoulish orbs, keen as knights, still as night
Twilight whispers swiftly, "Sweet sleeping morn be born"
As Zephyr's Cupid flights bleed vociferously, a scorn
Reminding me of todays past and present, melting...
Melting like the laughter of coal embers making love with death.
I bear my dreams, a mulling mew new to the sands of time;
But my nocturnal mesh of destiny begs for light
To awaken my sleepy, sleeping, heavy, heaving eyes.
Tomorrow's promises are born and bred in twilight's shadows.
I am a dream covered in night's promise, waiting to be born.
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Great talent. Keep writing. Very impressive. Very literary.