January 19, 2010
Soaring through snowy catacombs,
To bestow, with misery, justice.
Fear follows in wake of screams,
Shivers of ice run through veins.
Indiscriminate eyes follow prey.
Nowhere to hide, senses crying.
To end with light,
Into darkness,
Flight higher that the caress of golden rays.
The rest is silence.

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