The Mockingbirds Song

Boisterous laughter, greedy centerfold launched within a vault,

Frozen and cold

Standing in blistering, cutting winds

She sang.

Yet nothing but the mocking birds soulful cries lingered to be heard.

Mounting

Freezing remnants of olde

Go

Away

The said yet never was such to be heard. Plotting merry delight hence gone.

Pearl opaque, dancing with torrential wind, singing not but one song

Of

Lavender and green sweeping skies of pearl. Oceans carry heft leaves molded of the suns swift rays in auburn and blue. Intermingling life and death as if an abundant brew

And

She

Sang

To the mocking birds song of campfires thronged with death and butterflies wept for their lost wondering home. And they wept and they wept

For the corpses dancing long. So . long

Dancing dancing

To

The

Mocking birds

Song

In fields of emerald sweeping bouquets of yellow. Wilting daffodils laughing at the arrogance found in the meadow.

And she sang

From

Her

Heart

From the icy land whome held her far

Of

The butterflies weeping as the corpses waking danced round fires in fields of emerald

To the mocking birds

Song