The Mocked and Wingless
So radiant was the morning star
that from the mild eye came sorrow
and forked tongue whispered miasma
onto jovial hubris
Sweet nectar from the sanctified bloom
the earth was slaked by treason
and cast onto forlorn pastures
are the wingless quarry
Upon these hands sleep countless woes
and on rended back carry we eternal
the sins of our father and mother
mocked by the skies above
#TheMockedAndWingless #morningstar #sorrow #poetry #darkpoetry
-E.Mora
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