left and right
in between the dark quarry
the shadow of thine own heart
lies waiting
the silent battle rages
the swift owl flies
into the night
on silent wings
of flight
innocence is prey
beauty is held aloft
imparted with a breath
thrust upon with eagerness
gorged and full
feasted
torn
each morsel devoured
within the claws of thine own hate
wounded spirit shines out
becomes the very nature of truth
quiet requiem
of lofty skies
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