A little girl runs through a dark forest
Her face is hidden beneath a black veil
Her limbs are singing but are lymphatic
The unbloomed flower, such is her tale
A quill traces her grey plumage
A bird's first flight is dyed grim
She soars the sky under the moonlight
The dancers follow their Hunter's hymn
A royal march has taken the forest
Its servants kneel and pray in fear
The drums roar blood within her chest
Her lips turn white, her sight is blear
A branch gave way under her toes
And twigs bleat quiet under her weight
The little one shudders in silence
For silence rushes to meet its prey
An icy burn stares her neck
The lullaby abruptly fades
Hungry coals consume her will
The lovers play their serenade
The beast has claimed what's rightfully its
Her beak breaks open in pale parting lips
A string of blood pours from her mound
A tear shines silver before the cold night
The doll lays broken upon the ground
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Silence
PoetryIn this world there is a beast that gnaws at life itself. Its steps are quiet as the falling winter snow. Its breath is warm as the hot coals from the fires. Its body is cold and breathes in whisps of smoke. Its name is Silence, as silent shall rema...
