Dressed

First Posted: 05/18/09
Posted by: JMaC

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The beast you wish you were
Sculpted steel 
Like some ferocious alien God
Fearless fearsome and artic cold 
Dressed in its Sunday best
Midnight black and burnished gold
Swirling shadows
Not a cloud in the sky
A silent storm raging in both eyes
The stars are singing
A song of time
A song from long ago time
Ghosts 
Restless in the waters
Daemons 
Rampant in the trees
There
The beast you wish you were
Dressed in my Sunday best
A magnificent fire-tinged wing spread
Not a crook in the twitching tail
Death is about to set sail
Retribution pulsing in his chest
Death is... 

Dressed

© 2009 Ahkenaton  

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