Prelude death, I dream
Bloom, stiff poison
Beyond the brim
Lacy white crown
And belladonna kiss.
Drop, swift raven,
Rushing down
Die in a grassy sea.
Folly of passerine
In staining ruddy green.
Still white feathers
And wing-tip black
Strange raven,
Feed the grass.
Quartet to vanquish,
Bloody war to starve,
By your pale crow wing,
Blossom has conquered death.
Author's note: inspired by a dream I had of ravens falling out of the sky, I just ripped off the biblical imagery of the four horsemen of the apocalypse and made them birds. Poem material.
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Trillium Beneath the Pines: An Original Poetry Compilation
PoetryA compilation of my poems, many of which explore the cyclical nature of the world: life and death, day and night, and the seasons.
