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The Meal
The crows circle overhead
Famished for the feast below
They eye the battle's newly dead
And beady eyes begin to glow
They descend upon their meal
Grotesque bodies piled high
Survivors make them flit and reel
And craven crows rise to the sky
They marvel at the crazed violence
The result being this new repast
All is now well, within silence
A peace they know will never last.
Famished for the feast below
They eye the battle's newly dead
And beady eyes begin to glow
They descend upon their meal
Grotesque bodies piled high
Survivors make them flit and reel
And craven crows rise to the sky
They marvel at the crazed violence
The result being this new repast
All is now well, within silence
A peace they know will never last.
Published 5th Feb 2020
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5th Feb 2020 11:01pm
5th Feb 2020 11:08pm
Thank you, LilDragonFly. This is grim, but these birds of a feather dine together....
Anonymous
5th Feb 2020 11:22pm
Powerful write. You really describe the massacre and the gore that make these hungry birds of prey want to banquet. But I see the faults in mankind, the only true animals that can create such atrocity. Well done
5th Feb 2020 11:29pm
Man is the only animal that kills for reasons other than survival. They kill for an agenda, often political, or for sport, or madness. Thank you for the kind words and RL entry, SavageSin.
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