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BLACK SWAN
My feathered sheath is ornate with skin and bones
My blade would judder a diamond stone
I am the black swan in the world the of mathematical gods
With poise and arrogance
I lure like an enchantress with my amatory of words
Stuttering the minds of a narcissistic kind
An illusion to dilute the brethren of power
They will fall from the glass castle built by callused hands
Swallowed by the souls of the broken man
They are a by-product of greed and breeding
I am not a vigilante
I am a black swan kin to the many
Published 26th Apr 2019
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Anonymous
26th Apr 2019 2:38am
Beautiful poem. I didn't know the existence of black swans. Beautiful. They seem, by your words, very vulnerable, yet proud. Lovely metaphor with the life of many vulnerable people. But in the end, aren't we all vulnerable?
26th Apr 2019 7:27pm
15th May 2019 5:10am
Love the black swan, misunderstood but every bit as majestic, nice subject..
16th May 2019 6:50pm
Thank you PR! I am honored to have you read and comment on this particular piece. I am grateful you could understand the idea behind the black swan, as I find that not many do✌
