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Black Swan in Waning Days of the Death Eaters (1 Viewer)

Darkkin

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Black Swan in Waning Days of the Death Eaters (Black Swan Passing)

A decision came down
and with it rose
a wave of frail hope...

But upon it he rides
that damned reaper
masked in the guise
of the Black Swan

Death on the wing...
that oubliette looms
fathoms deeper
than a crumpled star

For the Ebb Tide is oblivion...

On that garbled murmur,
that last haggard breath
the black swan steals in
stills then steals the heart

In the cacophony of rage
a flash of black powder
a dance copper and lead
he comes on the river
the sanguine flow
to take the maimed
the shellshocked soul

This goddamned Swan
is an inevitability,
one of the few...

absolute truths

Scholars of the Swan
see the cycle found
in reality, echoed by
the great stories...

Cycles of power reflect
the Tides of the Swans,
the tenebrous looming
of mortality accrued

But that cycle is retold
in the words and worlds
of printed lost realms
home to a great Lion
and White Witch

a Boy Who Lived
and in the waning days
of hate mongering
Death Eaters

When the Black Swan passes
another travels in his wake
riding the first, glass spun light

Hope, the burden she bears,
there in the frayed edges
of the Black Swan's passing
there in the Death Eaters'
chaotic, waning days
the White Swan comes...
 
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Firemajic

Poetry Mentor
Staff member
Senior Mentor
Hope IS fragile... but it is there...

"When the Black Swan passes
another travels in his wake
riding the first, glass spun light"

gorgeous....
 
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