Cardinal

Cardinal

A Chapter by R. L. Hill

 

Cardinal

 

Adorned in the colors of a bleeding moon at dusk

A little Cardinal flew down from heaven's garden

Alighting upon my head to build a nest inside my curls

Sweet songs did he chirp that gave me immense pleasure

Concerning all the beautiful gifts awaiting those with

Purest hearts and innocent perspectives

He hand of flourishing gardens and water so clear

The fish would be fat and hearty and thick in the streams

Fruit would be abundant and fill bellies everywhere

Till one day my birdie changed his tune as

Darkness came to haunt the Earth

Slithering from beneath the cracked foundations

To torment those too weak to defend against temptations

His prophesies turned murky and tainted with disease

And before I even saw the Truth with my own shadowed eyes

The Cardinal sang to me of silent days when ash will cover all

Making mud with the blood of innocents and those unclean

Evil men will destroy our world before they're eaten whole

Devoured by the demons who they've foolishly let loose

Destruction is seen as the color red all because greedy men

Could not control their ravenous intentions to snatch

Beauty of the world and hold it in their pockets

As silver and gold and midnight pearls and

Lumps of coal not yet turned to diamonds



© 2015 R. L. Hill


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Evil men are destroying our world as I type

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This was so interesting Quirklet .Sometimes the very best things turn into something we cannot recognize. And we don't have a clue what happened

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