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The Blackbird

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On the beautiful wings of the Blackbird,

I've travelled the universe

Slowly, sometimes like the strange tide

Swiftly, sometimes like an injured animal.

The wings trembled and flapped

Shrouding an entire pathway like the transient clarity 

Of a foggy winter evening

Like the sparkle of a shivering morning dew

Or the dust of minced glass

And as the mirrors turned themselves into little devils

With the voluptuous raindrops as their glorifying crowns 

My heart started smelling of iron.

I watched them

Men, women and children of apocalypse

Eating like animals- flesh of their victims. 

Chewing on with greed trickling down their pale yellow mouths 

Hunger screaming vengeance in their blood shot eyes.

I wanted to give them rides on my Blackbird 

One at a time, slowly and swiftly

To cover a magical wingspan of time

But each time, the Blackbird swiftly took them on her wings

They scratched her, pulled her down

Some plucked out her feathers

Some even bit onto them.

 

But the Blackbird flew, 

Still high up in the waves bouncing her up and down

As the crimson sky filled with the stench of owls.

With the broken wings and golden heart

The Blackbird flew with her undefeated poise

Until one day, the beautiful wings broke loose

Fell and diffused into the iron dust

Like crushed pearls.

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