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Date Posted: 19:59:01 02/03/02 Sun
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The sky was blank, blank as the night
The air carried no sound of the living
An eeriness coursed through my veins
The silence was a bit too unnerving.
Like a blackened curse from a depth unknown
Not even the rivers sang their babbling songs
‘Twas not a day so quiet before this
My mind echoed, “something is wrong”
Weaving in the shadows, not a creature near
Hollowness followed in the breeze
Untouched by sunlight, in the darkness still
Unbothered laid the restful leaves
Until a footfall, I thought I was alone
Was a man, dressed like the dreary night
His eye empty, his hair dusty blond
In build he was thin, and tall in height
He carried himself slowly, as if to show
He knew what the day foretold
His soul bared the sins of the earth
This silence the rule of three-fold
I spoke with some reserve, and hesitation
Not knowing of his reply
“What has become of this life of ours?”
I looked deep within his eyes
He arched his brow, and lit a cigarette
Whispered so cold, “Follow me”
Into the shadows we disappeared
And what we saw I was not prepared to see
Like the valley of darkness, before my eyes
Laid a blanket of blackened feathers
Limp they lay like the inherent sight of death
Side by side, they died together
I turned to the man who stood stood so calm
And asked, “what do you know of this?”
He smirked and smiled, and whispered softly
“This, my dear, was death’s silent kiss”
Too afraid to move, I stood frozen in place
Looking over the dead valley of crows
Carnage filtered through the smut filled air
I felt myself being enclosed
“Why did they die? What is this disease?”
The man gave me no answer
“Damn it! Who are you, that came from the night
Eating away at my soul like a cancer?”
“I’m the one you asked to come
To rid the world of the pain
The one who bleed the world of sin
Took the blood of it’s veins”
“I didn’t ask for this. Nothing was supposed to die.”
My body shook, my soul stained and scarred
I knew this was by my malison
By my living lightly, all life died hard
I knelt down and touched the feathery body
Of a blood stained lifeless crow
Picked up this sign of sin and hatred
With every moment my heart grew cold
I held my sin against my dying chest
And tilted my face up towards the sky
I knew why this man was here for me
It was my turn in life to die
I turned towards him with a tear stained face
The poor bird clutched in my hands
I pleaded and begged, “Who has done this?”
I wanted to understand
Again he just smiled, and shook his head
I knew he had no remorse for the weak of living
My eyes dropped down, I knew the answer
And that I was the one unforgiving
I took a deep breath, and asked again
“Please, this is something I need to know.”
He smiled with a glare, and without hesitation
Said, “It was I that killed the crows.”
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