Feathered Wings

Feathered Wings

A Poem by McNoogett

There is a tale

I’ve heard before

Of a wandering man

From oldest lore

 

The story goes

He enters town

And in their sorrow

Parents drown

 

At night he soars

Above the world

And searches for

A little girl

 

And when he finds

A girl to steal

He swoops right down

Her fate is sealed

 

He scoops her up

Without a noise

And with the girl

He finds a boy


An empty shell

Of life devoid

Appears alive

Her soul destroyed 


She doesn’t live

But it appears

As if she’s fine

Around her peers

 

But in the night

She lures a boy

With promises

Of carnal joy

 

They follow her

Down many roads

Way out beyond

The lit abodes

 

But then she stops

And in her eyes

He sees that she

Is not alive

 

She falls down dead

As corpses will

The man arrives

The boy stands still

 

The man then steals

The young boy’s soul

And in the morning

Death bells toll

 

The man moves on

From town to town

His feathered wings

Get him around

 

All tales are certain

Of one key thing

His large and black

Feathered crow’s wings

 

They can be seen

Only at night

When the winged man

Again takes flight.

© 2013 McNoogett


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very well written what a story behind your words...
the winged man such a thought
thank you for sharing

Posted 11 Years Ago



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McNoogett
McNoogett

Ottawa, Canada