The air is magnetic
And enigmatic
Light pulses and throbs
Through the trembling sky
Black as night
Black as the black venom
Running through your veins
Through the
Closed
Canopy
A melody
Is this
The song of the lark
Teasing
Tantalising
Beckoning to me?
Smooth, honeyed voice
No
This is the song
Of the crow
Unsettling
Unnerving
Summoning me
A sound of
Sweet honey
At first
Thick sweet honey
Smooth, honeyed voice, calls my name
It is a false comfort
Thick sweet honey
Thick sweet honey dripping with venom
Thick sweet honey dripping with black bilious venom
Enticing me
Enchanting me
Smooth, honeyed voice, dripping with the blackness of venom, bites down.
My soul crystallised
I am hypnotised
Your prey
The bite, the blackness of venom, a poison that darkens the heart.
Milky white eyes
See the sprite
Bend down to me
Whispering
Bite back.
Tendrils long and brown
Robust
Resilient
Surround me
Wrap around me
Envelop
Encase
Protect me
The poison, thick black bilious, slowly seeps out.
I hear the Lark song
Take me Lark
Take me to the place
Take me to the place above the storm
Where the air is clear
Where I fly without fear.
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