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Black-red eyesfall upon their victim.
Irridescent feathers flutter in the icy wind.
Glistening beak points tothe sky.
Wings like night spread and fly.
Scaled black claws close the gap to the feathers.
Sheltered screams draw down the eyes,
Locking on white feathers.
A single dove limps,
Crippled on the ground.
Crows andravens spiral above,
Calling out the death-song.
"Tonight Brothers!
Tonight we feast!
Meat has come to us in famine!
Fall like the Plague my brothers!"
Shrill caws of delight rose from the swarm,
As they fell upon the poor soul,
Head covered with wings
Knowing the end was at hand.
Battle cries rose to the heavens.
Red stained the land.
Snow fell from above,
Melting on irridescent black feathers,
Beaks drenched in red.
White feathers crossthe ground,
A blood-stained palace of ivory
Is all tahat remains of the little dove she.
Black brothers clacked their beaks,
Quite pleasedwith the meat.
Not only the dove,
But some of their own were the feast.
Up on a blast of cold, frigid air,
Black brothers fly off,
To fill the world with despair.