Out of Ashes...Phoenix or Crow?


  • Desmotti
  • The wraith is but sadness in mortal form. It haunts to hunt, and hunts to feed. It cannot feed on any emotion. This is its pain. for emotion is not segregated it is fealt, and to feel is warmth.

Out of Ashes...Phoenix or Crow?

From the Ashes flap the taloned....

intentions pure? Inventions tension...

From Flame to Blackoned, a hope for rebirth...

The caw of the Crow was all that was heard...

To scream out, "blasphemy" one eye doth behold...

Maniacle screams, ones reactions are cold....

For the feathers of beauty and spirited splendor...

were black as the pitch, that gave ground to canker....

The Phoenix... a lie for the wastes are reward...

for birth out of death makes whores out of whores.

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bluewolf commented on Out of Ashes...Phoenix or Crow?


The crow-herald for death and to some, perhaps damnation. A singularly beautiful bird, despite its dark demeur. Sadly like many creatures, associated with dark disillusionment.



The crow looks upon that which is shiney with amusment...yet has the keen ability to use intruments as person benefits...Example (dropping a nut in front of traffic...knowing a cars wheels with crush the hardened shell...for their beaks are for flesh...yet they amuse themselves with the cousine....nuts)

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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