Night Falcon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Submission to the inevitablitiy of changed perception that comes with the suffering of tragedy.

Submitted: June 16, 2012

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Submitted: June 16, 2012



Night Falcon

The falcon stares a silent hour

Into the darkness, enveloped by power

and with the golden cherry blooms

sends wretched men to early tombs


It spirals up toward the moon

to dance above the clouds and swoon

for flightless law abides us here

those hearts so wild, thoughts free of fear


But windows rattle in the night

for those abandoned by daylight

and one man stands alone in there

the house which holds no light or air


Then preferably, the ones who care

now try their best to make him share

his thoughts to free himself of grief

to be himself with new true belief


And when the darkness seeps around

when everything flips upside down

when shackles place the palest hands

he lightly on the ribcage lands

filing past the bones of white

cackling in cruel delight


It fills the cavities and leaves

the residues of desperate pleas

that cry as loudly in the night

as the falcon, when he takes his flight

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