They glide on wings of Blackest Night

For school, Emily Dickinson poetry assignment

They glide on wings of Blackest Night,
Like smoke on wind-they sail
With wings of Strife that cut through cloud-
The children scream, Night wails.

The onyx wings unfold themselves
And blindly swallow land.
One White, one Black, one Red, one Pale-
Two Horsemen in each hand.

A world digesting in inferno
No hope -no singing sparrow-
He cracked the backbone in his Hand-
War’s lips dripped dark with marrow.

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not enough dashes.
On a more serious note, you've captured her style fairly well, but a few errant quotation marks seem to have crept in here and there. Other than that, good use of imagery, and I think the brevity helps a bit. Good work.

[revenant21]

Thank you for the review! Ironically enough, the quotation marks were dashes until I copied it from the Word document.