A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Living Immortal
Bird of prey
Bird of prayers
What does your plumage seek to attract?
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Your lips are moving but they only produce
Soundless rushing, aching vacancies
Wish upon a star but no magic fills the hole
Calling rocks or water or souls of flame
Thus, you fly
A hunter’s eye
Seeing the weakness in the steps of land bound animals
A burning hunger to fear that absence
To desire that ascent
To perch and lay claim to that roaring silence in the wind
