November 3, 2014
Escape the Murder
The crows, cloaked in night
with watchful beady eyes
cry out like wanderers
foes in disguise
A murder, throng of beating feathers
patrols through the midnight sky
they flock, they cackle
observed by the glowing crescent of the night
He hastens among them
a blur of sleek black
but his glassy eyes house wariness
Fly afar from the flock
Luminescence rides upon the churning clouds
shadows dance upon the ground
the rustle of feathers
like malevolent whispers
Fly afar from the flock.
I've discovered that I am rather fond of poetry. The way the words lace together and flow so beautifully - it is simply magical.
I couldn't muster up the perfect story idea for NaNoWriMo this month, so I've decided to take it slow and search for one among my poems.