Ravenous RisingA Poem by Siren I witnessed a mighty gathering, the taking up of spirits. The battle last night proved long and hard; a war, waging, raging. Smoke billows skyward" a funeral pyre in the distance. There is mourning in the land, and on the bed of their tears I stand. I witnessed a mighty gathering, the taking up of spirits. Unleashed from struggle to be raised heavenward, but little release this is. As they linger, linger, linger… a requiem’s last cry hangs in the air like an un-breathed sigh. They are drawn and fragile, they are brittle and frail" searching, shell-shocked, and pale. I witnessed a mighty gathering, the taking up of spirits. Silent were their shrieks. The sun that warmed my own skin burned their tissue-paper souls" dissolving their quest for answers, melting away the tattered remnants of life that they so desperately grasped. My own heart feverishly pitied them, longing to offer some sweet solace or carry them some form of comfort. I prayed for them peace, as they glittered out of existence. I witnessed a mighty gathering, the taking up of spirits.
© 2013 SirenAuthor's Note
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Added on October 10, 2013 Last Updated on October 10, 2013 AuthorSirenAboutWell....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..Writing
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