She owns her flesh.
Old goddess, beautiful decay-
draping along the length of her bones
like a Shakespearean sonnet.
When the graveyard lurkers
come to prey upon a carcass,
they will howl their mournful sorrow
to the earth below their claws.
Devouring her, respectfully.
She, with an aged bird spirit:
unable to be caged.
COMMENTS
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TheHaunted
08:04 Oct 13 2017
Very nice.
DarkestTemptation
15:41 Oct 13 2017
Wow, very powerful an moving piece indeed nicely written bravo!
sippa
13:12 Oct 15 2017
very interesting, i like it