The Dove

May 8th, 2011.

The dove-

With shining plume

Calls my name-

The maiden turns her head.

 

The dove-

With wings spread open

Floats to her shoulder-

They beckon for me.

 

The dove-

With velvet coos

Engulfs me in warmth-

My body shivers in terror.

 

The dove-

With shrieks of anger

Falls to the ground-

Bones break with every blow.

 

The dove-

With scathing lies

Tells me of the maiden-

I recoil and strike once more.

 

 

 

The maiden-

With violet eyes

Glides into the shadows-

I watch the dove writhe.

 

The dove-

With ruffled feathers

Labours one more breath-

I hear it say,

“Run”.