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Last Eagle
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Last Eagle |
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Radrook Senior Member
since 2002-08-09
Posts 648 |
I am the last eagle My wings are two scraggy pinions. My blunted beak is a sickly cask brittle yellow. The mocking winds now flail furiously against my atrophied frame. In the gnarled blurred distances I still hear avian anthems echoing amidst ruined gothic cathedrals. Yet, their cherubs still knell a deafening silence within which I have been summoned to die. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Oh...what a terrible thing to lose this precious gift. A powerful work. ThisDiamond |
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Radrook Senior Member
since 2002-08-09
Posts 648 |
Hi! Thanks for the feedback. At the rate we are exterminating species we are going to be alone pretty soon. Well, maybe that's what we really want--isolation. After all, privacy is a very precious thing to us humans. |
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GOlDsparklESS Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 428central nj |
Yet, their cherubs still knell a deafening silence within which I have been summoned to die. what an intense reality you portray O' to be delivered from the realm of the rational into pure song... |
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