death

One of my poems that was written from a ‘Crow Calls’ prompt by Quill & Crow Publishing House. Loosely inspired by images and dreams in my own mind.

the one
wrapped in a midnight blanket of stars
aromatic of cinnamon and the night winds
fearsome, dusky rogue
slipping stealthily in shadow
but for the soft clicking of bones
and the serene moaning of a thousand souls
that quieter of anguish
harvesting with kindness misconceived