Black BirdA Poem by Jasmyn DayDeath, is his name Black as the darkest soul solidarity, so quiet a blur in the sky you dont live forever He will wait patiently it is his gift Death, is a dream a metaphor, in a black bird a horror in your head travels to reality Death, is a black bird shedding his feathers stalking his prey A reflection of evil in a mirror, cold dark eyes imitate Death, is a man © 2015 Jasmyn Day |
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