Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Poems, poems...A small collection of them ❯ Feathers---Archaic Elegance ( Chapter 1 )

Dedicated to my friend,

Rebecca “Teal” Green

 

 

 

...As the feathers spread, some fall, slowly gliding from the heavens to the earth below. Wings, their infernal beauty, such as of the melancholy joy one feels upon times of death and dread. Black wings, which carry those souls into the heavens, are the personification of beauty itself. Feathers, soft to the touch, yet strong and steadfast so as to lift the weight of the world's grief. Feathers, shining brightly as the sun gazes upon these archaic forms of such elegance and magnificence...those black, feathered wings of beauty...

 

Such beauty, oh such beauty, words could not describe such things

No, words could not describe the deadly darkness of these infernal wings

As the feathers fall through the clouds, a dim downpour, a murky rain begins

So as to fell the silky black wings whilst they descend

 

To carry our souls, to carry those that die

These wings, dark as our unlit night

The fallen cry, weep and moan

For these burdened wings so forlorn

 

Sorrow describes the beauty of these dark infernal things

The horror of lightning glimmers upon such these wings

 

 

These wings are dark, infernal as they soar across the dawning sky. They try without fail to remove themselves from this light, soaring into the darkness of the heavens seeking repose and reprieve from the forlorn cross that this world of sin bears. This world, it was of black and white, no emotions, and no joy. These wings were the red rose in this lifeless arcanum. Like fire, upon the night sky, these wings lit all the darkness, retribution falls upon those dead, upon those tombs. As these monolithic wings spread, growing, consuming the suns blood red. They reach the very vastness of the heavens.

 

Loudly, ever so loudly the stars cry out, for to reach and touch these wings

Oh so loudly, cried the stars, words could not describe these ringings

These ringings, the stars bellowed these horrible effervescent screamings

For, if only for a moment, to touch these infernal, black, feathered wings

 

Those dark, stygian wings…