Post by Lerochelle De La Fae on Sept 12, 2009 3:06:17 GMT -5
Birdie Ballad
~ By Ezaraudin Raviprakash
The bird would sit transfixed and peering.
Watching boy and body fearing,
wondering what it was for?
While fair and radiant maiden laying there upon the floor.
Watched the boy near drop while dialing.
All of this the bird was filing
and into memory it stored.
The Birdie sat and watched and wondered.
If maiden's death was foul or blunder.
If caused by caustic spell put under,
or fiendish killer wanting more.
It thought about the holes perplexing,
of the dead girls neck most vexing,
though it knew what they were for.
Lifeless gray of maiden speaking,
volumes while she lay there leaking in little dribbles on the floor.
There the pretty girl would feature as the snack for creepy creature.
Tasty morsel he would reach for and leave naked seeking more..
This bird thought and nothing more.
As fullest moon moved into waning,
the bird had set to watch while waiting.
Upon the ledge anticipating.
Whatever Wood Bourne had in store.
Though not on any bust of Pallas,
it sat without Merit or Malice
just as it had come to sit before.
It spread its wings and moved adjacent.
Across the street from former placement
where stately bird sat on the door.
With ancient eyes it saw the wreckage
with tilted head and outstretched neckage
saw where the Blue Moon stood before.
It beat its wings and too to flying,
surveying scene of debris lying.
Its roof in tatters on its floor.
It sharply banked and changed direction,
upon its Master's call detection
and swooped to see what call was for.
It pondered this and nothing more.
Upon his shoulder it descended.
Munched crackers as its flight had ended
and its memory out poured.
The Dark Sidhe from the park bench seating,
rose to stand while Bird was eating
and chose this matter to explore.
The quiet streets of sleepy setting,
with furrowed brow the Sidhe was fretting.
More at work here he was betting
and that thought he did abhor.
Began at corpse of radiant maiden,
in pool of blood on alley floor.
A monster came bent on defiling,
had killed the maid and kept on smiling,
smote her there and wanted more.
The bird upon his shoulder shifted,
attention of the Dark Fae drifted,
to pain that some poor soul had sifted
and in back of mind had stored.
So thus begins as was before....
~ By Ezaraudin Raviprakash
The bird would sit transfixed and peering.
Watching boy and body fearing,
wondering what it was for?
While fair and radiant maiden laying there upon the floor.
Watched the boy near drop while dialing.
All of this the bird was filing
and into memory it stored.
The Birdie sat and watched and wondered.
If maiden's death was foul or blunder.
If caused by caustic spell put under,
or fiendish killer wanting more.
It thought about the holes perplexing,
of the dead girls neck most vexing,
though it knew what they were for.
Lifeless gray of maiden speaking,
volumes while she lay there leaking in little dribbles on the floor.
There the pretty girl would feature as the snack for creepy creature.
Tasty morsel he would reach for and leave naked seeking more..
This bird thought and nothing more.
As fullest moon moved into waning,
the bird had set to watch while waiting.
Upon the ledge anticipating.
Whatever Wood Bourne had in store.
Though not on any bust of Pallas,
it sat without Merit or Malice
just as it had come to sit before.
It spread its wings and moved adjacent.
Across the street from former placement
where stately bird sat on the door.
With ancient eyes it saw the wreckage
with tilted head and outstretched neckage
saw where the Blue Moon stood before.
It beat its wings and too to flying,
surveying scene of debris lying.
Its roof in tatters on its floor.
It sharply banked and changed direction,
upon its Master's call detection
and swooped to see what call was for.
It pondered this and nothing more.
Upon his shoulder it descended.
Munched crackers as its flight had ended
and its memory out poured.
The Dark Sidhe from the park bench seating,
rose to stand while Bird was eating
and chose this matter to explore.
The quiet streets of sleepy setting,
with furrowed brow the Sidhe was fretting.
More at work here he was betting
and that thought he did abhor.
Began at corpse of radiant maiden,
in pool of blood on alley floor.
A monster came bent on defiling,
had killed the maid and kept on smiling,
smote her there and wanted more.
The bird upon his shoulder shifted,
attention of the Dark Fae drifted,
to pain that some poor soul had sifted
and in back of mind had stored.
So thus begins as was before....