Fallax, The Supreme Beast: a collection of short poems.

A Visit From God

Something woke me up in the night.
Her feathers make not a sound, but her calling I did hear.
A symphony of majestic horns, spontaneous flutes, and astounding guitars
Who?
Who could she be?
That's when I saw her flutter past my window.
When you stare into her eyes you fall into an electrified storm.
Her claws are dark roast black coffee, bitter.
Like a vampire she is an experienced hunter who thrives at dusk
In the daytime, she disappears with no trace of her ever existing
She is treacherous creature who deceives the mind
Enchanting
Ravishing
Astonishing
But toxic
She is as perplexing as the abyss of the numbing sea
She is like the moon during a solar eclipse,
She has the oversized ear of the elephant
Who could she be?
Her feathers are burnt cedar wood
Massive, Infinite, Limitless
They elevated past her head, beyond her ears
P
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D
O
W
N
Like a cat focused on string
My head tilts upwards to follow her
She C I
S R
E C
L
Then swoosh
She dives her body weight full-force towards the earth, as if she was trying to save somebody
Instead, I saw her holding two mice in her metal beak
She conveyed satisfaction
Then something appalling happened
A massive, paralyzing, varmint tackled her
I was supersonic as I rushed outside to aid her
I screeched as my tears fell fast to my checks
The dementor turned his head towards me and scattered
She fell
I came to her
I helped her
I saved her
Every night after that incident, I felt her presence watching over me as I slept
Now, I know who she is
She is simply an angel, a messenger of God