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Leathery wings flutter,

black and cold,
Full of unheard whispers,

both eerie and old.
A cracked stone heart,

yet it’s soul is bold,
A vision of death,

in my hand I hold.





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gsjo894 said...
Jul. 25, 2011 at 7:44 am
Wow. This is awesome. I love you're imagery, and "leathery wings flutter" great line. Nice poem overall :)
 
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