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Wings                  Wings MP3

Wings blacken the blood-red sky,
Diving downwards on the fields
Which, now silent, yield no sigh
Between the broken spears and shields.

Soundless as the dusk they settle
On the fallen battle-trees,
Fading sun glints off dim metal,
Feathers flurry in the breeze.

Like black snow they cover corpses,
Living cairn none else will build;
Only once a cawing chorus,
Then the feeding beaks are still.

They leave at last when sky turns livid,
One swift rushing, then they´re gone;
Last host to pay this field a visit
And the only that had won. 

© Text 2005 Michaela Macha

© Music, performance, voice, soundfile 2005 Sergio Fernández Ribnikov

License: This poem may be freely distributed, provided it remains
unchanged, including the copyright notice and this License:

This work by Michaela Macha (www.odins-gift.com) is licensed
under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives License.

Notes: "Battle-tree" is a kenning (metaphor) for warrior.

Image licensed, copyright: Igor Zhuravlov / 123rf.com