Hello audience this poem is not about me or my relationships so don't fret, but this poem is dedicated to Typist one of the best authors around, and also because it is directly inspired from her original fiction DREAM. Thanks all. And I am not crazy.

Sweet little blackbird

Hanging in a cage

Above a abyss

In the land of freaks

Sweet little blackbird

Hanging in a cage

What if clipped your wings

Or cut your legs?

Sweet little blackbird

Hanging in a cage

Would you still look at me cynically?

With just a cute little touch of rage?

Sweet little blackbird

Hanging in a cage

What if I…

Never mind you are of too young of age

Sweet little blackbird

Hanging in a cage

Dangling from a twine of thread

From a pole

Threatening to fall in a huge black hole

Sweet little black bird

Hanging in a cage

Just like Memory

Just like the one that pecks at Aganon's eyes

Sweet little black bird

That I love so much

Why don't you obsess back?

Why don't you let me touch?

Sweet little black bird

Hanging in a cage

What if I strap up your beak?

So you can't scream

Than stick this damn gun right in your face

Sweet little black bird

Cries a little as I blow you away

And your cage tumbles in the abyss

In the land of freaks

And Jhenon the fiend of murder

And the Lord of The Forest

And Bhaal

They all laugh

As you fall

And I never see you again.

As the trio of murder leads me away in

The Land of the Freaks

Authors note, Aganon is the fiend of suicide who has a Raven that perches on his skull and pecks is eyes, Jhenon is the fiend of murder. The Lord of the Forest is not my original character but he is not copyrighted. These characters and others I frequently write about and other members of the Last Church do to, I don't care if you use them in your fictions just e-mail me if you have any questions or would like to join the Last Church.

As always

The Magician