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Bird of Eden
Alone........
Living in a dead home,
his soul exceedingly sorrowful, even unto death,
Bird of Eden chants sad songs.
Terror breeding in his roots,
in the vortex of fear he is drowning.....
The night's brood, a wild beast,
cruel and ruthless.....
chasing Bird,
preparing nets of death
wherein to trap Bird,
thus becoming prey for wolves....
Through window sees papers burning,
devil's hand breaking pen, satisfying hatred,
dreams vanish with the burning...
For lo! What has remained for Bird is naught
but bats filling his vision
and blue dogs hunting him
Copyright © Munir Mezyed
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