Pure white feathers,
Glistening merrily through clear blue,
Breeze flowing gracefully,
Wings cut in oblique arch,
Inky crow hovers hauntingly,
Casting a dangerous darkness,
Narrow eyes calculating the,
Space you roam,
Slowly descending the distance,
Spiked talons unsheathe from disguise,
Burrowing deep in flesh,
Tearing dainty feathers,
Leaving crimson in its wake,
Sin and betrayal tarnishing their beauty,
Wings draw in, bowing to his will,
Wind whispers, blowing tainted perfection


Shackled 3/6/11

AN: Not exactly sure if I really want to keep this one up here.

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