BLACK WINGS
Thickening blackness within a cave
Where twilight mist drifts into cavities
Of a sad and lonely place.
A solo trumpeter bleats a note
That strikes a chord
To worry the fugitive tied inside of me.
A voice stolen in the shadow of midnight
Where echoes torment the unpermissible
Into chained submission.
Defection is no option
As the drawbridge of conclusion
Is a step away.
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