Feathered WingsA Poem by McNoogettThere 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 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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