Poetry of Love and Pain

Without Silken Feathers

Bird of death, Bird of secrets
Bird of life, doeth no eyes see this
Bird of somber heart and mind
That no one do dare adore
With wings sleek like silken curtains
Eyes like night, Dark and broken
Voice that screams like demons singing
Talons grip the world of yore
Jealous eyes doeth curse me still
Shred thy wings, Leave me ill
My tempered heart now badly broken
I lay grounded, sad, and scorned
This bird of life with love in his core
Will love the life he leads no more
While lay thy feathers on the floor
Of the bird no one adores
Ever still I weep and mourn
My body beaten, Wings broken, torn
Thy heart cries to greet the sky once more
But without silken feathers how shall I soar