Night's Children Poem by Zaria Fallenrise

Night's Children



Owl: Old and ancient,
Wisdom and knowledge is power
Earth is the battlefield of war
Strategy is best and strength is the weapon
Every soldier is brave and very warrior has courage
Sword and dagger hand and hand
Blood shed across the fine lands…

Mockingbird: Sweet and lovely,
I sing the morning song
The dawn has come
And this wood is where I belong
All around people come to hear
The sound of angels in their ears…

Swan: Beautiful and deadly,
Every rose has its thorn
The sun shines of gold
The skies are blue as the seas
Venus gave me Her immortal love
My heart eats like an echo
Everywhere I go
I see the true purity of the world…

Crow: Immortality and eternal,
Round n' round goes the Wheel of Fate
The threads of time still weave
Life is longer but dying,
Death is coming but breathing,
The unborn gives away the gift of life,
The newborn bring death within its wake,
The undead hold the gift of life to become immortal
The alive carries the curse of death of eternity…

Dove: Peace and harmony,
Discord and chaos are gone
The rainbow comes into the new era of salvation
No demons in damnation, no angels in destruction
No Fallen in redemption
Love is everywhere, my destined mission is done…

Raven: Magically hidden and mysteriously secret
My shadow wings soaring across the night sky
The outcast are safe and shall not die
I can hear the wind whispers the spirits' cries
The moon weeps her silver tears and nothing
Magic glamour the blind where I can see through my eyes
Darkness consumes me, my voice fading away,
My lips letting out the final
Goodbye…

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
To be honest I had no apparently memory of the reason to write this poem. But i guess i'll explain by why i did anyway. You see each bird has something something and unique personality about them. Like they say Owls are wise, Swans are beautiful, Mockingbirds make their lovely songs, Doves are peace messageners, Crows are mischief, and in some mythology Ravens are symbols of magic and secrets. each bird is like a person because each of us has a special gift that we like to hide from the world as weell.
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