A Metallic Melody Poem by Leslie Neiwert

The silvery wings guide me
Whenever I cross the marsh,
A sacred star and piece of gem
That is held within its heart.
This creature of rare beauty
Loves to show off its crown
Such simple marks and precious curls
Which are hardly found.
Look close and you can see the past,
The future and the present,
Witches all know of the mass
Where trinity is not hesitant.
Do you see the darkened door
Or the person with the camera
Dearest with this simple picture
All can see the hidden image.