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Circling around and around a figure of light
The demons dragging their claws across the ground
For they've never seen such a thing
Or even heard a simple word about it
Yet for some reason
This odd beast
With eyes pools of all shades of green
And majestic hawk wings spread out
Towards the golden light
Made each demon of darkness
Feel as though they were
Staring at
Themselves
The way the creature came to be
Before the children of the night
Was simply unknown
For their lives had consisted of darkness
Forever and always
Then with no known time
Their said 'lives'
Faded into a new one
With this creature
With its green light
Nestled in wondrous feathers
At the heart of it all
Oddly the unknown creation
(Or maybe this thing was outside
The grasps of existence
Yet beyond the shimmering star
Of truth)
Never bothered to raise harsh words
And sharp weapons
Towards any of its hunters
Instead he'd offer 'guidance'
(At least that's what he claimed)
To the very things
That were ready to tear him down
He'd speak perfectly
In the native lanuage of the shadows
And even claimed his name
To be a part of their world
'Hawk'
For the feathers of all hues
To the sky he could not climb
Down to the dust and rock
Surrounded with bars for caging
Chains for sealing
And pain for twisting
Right back again
To the feathers
The wings
That were not
And never would be
His
'Prey'
For all the hunters
That chased after his being
Some not even knowing their
Motivation
Others
Over thinking to the extremes
And even himself
Searched, chased, and found
His very own
Run away stone
But not even himself
Would even be able to reach
That meaning of
His
"Hawk-Prey"
The demons all slowed
Their rhythmic steps
And lifted
Their dulling claws
From the trenches of scars they had made
All amber and crimson gazes
Gold down to violet
And back up to the silver of the moon
They all decided they'd take the stranger in
After more than a hundred years and beyond
With every fiber of their being
Dead locked on this figure
This
'Hawk-Prey'
And watched him with extreme care
As he turned his gaze
And outstretching an arm
Pointed towards the falling
Autumn
Leaves
Blanketed in shadows of the night
With no silver touch
To guide their fall
The demons
All amazed by this creation
From the world where both light and dark
Existed
All vowed to follow the path
And climb their way to just brush their claws
Against these so called
Leaves
'Hawk-Prey'
Smiled kindly upon them
And pulled out an emerald stone
The heart of his light
With a sigh of wishes
He turned the stone free
Watching as it fell
Into the ocean of the shadows' home
With green plaguing black
With blue mixed in btween
The beasts jumped down
After the stone
And traveled off
To listen to the whispers
Of the autumn
Leaves
With an unknown melody
The world bid both light and dark
To both
Leaves
And beasts
Aided by the haunting whispers
Of the dying hawk
The demons dragging their claws across the ground
For they've never seen such a thing
Or even heard a simple word about it
Yet for some reason
This odd beast
With eyes pools of all shades of green
And majestic hawk wings spread out
Towards the golden light
Made each demon of darkness
Feel as though they were
Staring at
Themselves
The way the creature came to be
Before the children of the night
Was simply unknown
For their lives had consisted of darkness
Forever and always
Then with no known time
Their said 'lives'
Faded into a new one
With this creature
With its green light
Nestled in wondrous feathers
At the heart of it all
Oddly the unknown creation
(Or maybe this thing was outside
The grasps of existence
Yet beyond the shimmering star
Of truth)
Never bothered to raise harsh words
And sharp weapons
Towards any of its hunters
Instead he'd offer 'guidance'
(At least that's what he claimed)
To the very things
That were ready to tear him down
He'd speak perfectly
In the native lanuage of the shadows
And even claimed his name
To be a part of their world
'Hawk'
For the feathers of all hues
To the sky he could not climb
Down to the dust and rock
Surrounded with bars for caging
Chains for sealing
And pain for twisting
Right back again
To the feathers
The wings
That were not
And never would be
His
'Prey'
For all the hunters
That chased after his being
Some not even knowing their
Motivation
Others
Over thinking to the extremes
And even himself
Searched, chased, and found
His very own
Run away stone
But not even himself
Would even be able to reach
That meaning of
His
"Hawk-Prey"
The demons all slowed
Their rhythmic steps
And lifted
Their dulling claws
From the trenches of scars they had made
All amber and crimson gazes
Gold down to violet
And back up to the silver of the moon
They all decided they'd take the stranger in
After more than a hundred years and beyond
With every fiber of their being
Dead locked on this figure
This
'Hawk-Prey'
And watched him with extreme care
As he turned his gaze
And outstretching an arm
Pointed towards the falling
Autumn
Leaves
Blanketed in shadows of the night
With no silver touch
To guide their fall
The demons
All amazed by this creation
From the world where both light and dark
Existed
All vowed to follow the path
And climb their way to just brush their claws
Against these so called
Leaves
'Hawk-Prey'
Smiled kindly upon them
And pulled out an emerald stone
The heart of his light
With a sigh of wishes
He turned the stone free
Watching as it fell
Into the ocean of the shadows' home
With green plaguing black
With blue mixed in btween
The beasts jumped down
After the stone
And traveled off
To listen to the whispers
Of the autumn
Leaves
With an unknown melody
The world bid both light and dark
To both
Leaves
And beasts
Aided by the haunting whispers
Of the dying hawk
Ya.
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