birthday week

The pack of wolves walk by
Ravens swivel higher skies
in the mighty dark plumes
cawing the most defying agony

The raven shrieks in harmony of against
the deafening silence of victory
Soaring the most higher of elysian
reflecting skies

In the bristle of wind against
blades of grass
tushe' ing through air

the eagle flew
ravaging life

Walked in all its might
a step
two step
then
Looked up
whisking the air
with a prod of the chin to gaze
at what lay ahead
a glint of fiery blaze

in zig zag mazes
borne across its back
the tiger stood
bathed in shattering silences
all so high

the phoenix shot up to the horizon
burnt by the passion of birth

And exhausting the womb of the sky
engulfing all of fire and then into the oceans
it drew a somber veil
to paint a misty haze of night
which was but the
darkest of black in vacuum
of destruction
its deafening mourns
not one near the eie
and this was what the passion of birth evoked
all of destruction
and heralded by a small glow worm
which warmed the ice sprinkled skies

And through the point of darkness
pitched in through the circle of life
Roared He,
piercing through silence
shattering the skies
its veils
its sublime cold beauty
to its best the radiance of warmth

shook his majestic mane
walked past
and all mesmerized;
lead astray by strength
now involved with its intricacies
walking by
in mighty strides
raking cool dust clouds from the womb of life

Ars est celare artem

Abyssus abyssum invocat

Amicus.

the underdog he was
till born

In gruff heavy breaths of elixir
Strode past the Lion.