Κυριακή 12 Σεπτεμβρίου 2010

Taker Of Breath




A pair of raging eyes, born by the womb of darkness
Sensing through my mental screen,slices of the supplicating wind
It lives in a constant state of tension, driven by its instinct
Without a theory for life, nor values to have it harnessed
From where it stands, it has a view its billeting branch
As a serene existence it just watches and it waits
The victim enters in the realm, within the grasp of fate
Steadily, it reaches out for the deadly strike to launch
A howl!
and now silence..
as it returns to the spot of death
so it can watch and wait once more..deadly altogether,
in speed of light, and noise of a muddy, fallen feather
and ready for the oncoming, take of breath
the owl.