The Black Bird - Poem by Maria Junnonen
One opened its eye.
The black bird took off with ash on its wings and started singing with its own cracky voice as the ends of the earth heard it.
Till the end they searched it and in vain the predator swingled and danced in front of the moon
For this makes no sense, she said as the insanity possessed her willingful body
The purest soul does not give in, for it swells and rots
And as the bird sung, its voice was the most beautiful and it soared through ones soul and eye as she continued to watch the creation end. The never ending will of the old ones, the warlords are set free as the little fragment doesn´t see
She opened her eye and avatar she saw was all on water and the glassy grounds were shaked by rage all too fathomless for human to control.
As the dead spirits ascended and hovered but too fast were they to see as they went into one´s consiuosness and started shattering things.
Memories were broken and the never ending hunger was satisfyied
As the blue skies were conquered with power, lust, terror and knowledge these old legeds came back to living and they came with a surge
and smoke that was full off nothingless and yet it held everything.
this is the difference between man and a god
And the grounds were shaken and terror spread and the imaginary fields were all too green to even try to taint them.
Man who tried to face it became dust and the old trees cried as the world was born a new, leaving its old shell and re-making everything.
But how can a man do that....
Angered beyond belief and furious as the mountains spread their snow across the space painting it white.
Death God came and swinged his scythe and stopped the time as the bird destroyed places with its uncontrolable power.
So I was asked which one wins?
The black bird went back to ashes and slept through another millenium as the ground around it was burned and all white from ash.
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