cradled in the darkest feathers
carried through the night
moonbeams falling on pale flesh
wings heaving through the air
chilling to the skin
thrilling to the soul
forest hymn arises from the wind
heralding the choir of chaos
calling from the stars above
eyes darker than the nocturne veil
peer into the innocence held in its bosom
no issuance of terror from lips
frozen yet in the hypnotizing abyss
behind the wings, and feathers, and eyes
yet this theft was freely given
a release from a cell of misery
originating within crosses and clergy
rooted in judges, scripture, and fire
this order that knows no bounds
except for the ones they indulge in
ignoring the natural order of the chaotic choir
that descends from the stars far above
the creatures calling from the wild
offering the escape from those prisons
on wings that sail through the unknown
fueled by the reaper's breath
freedom passed on through truth, love
or in this oh too often case, death
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