Twinkle

Feel my muse

as I fly over thee.

To draw,

in black and white,

you, in my memory.

Feel the wind

under my wings.

I Try to harmonize

with euphony and strings.

I Belong to earth,

as trees reach for the skies.

Take my light feather

in colours of the wise.

My blood, red as the night,

flows with sacrifice.

To sparkle, with the

stars in the sky,

I fancy my dead.

Of all who hail

hourly for hope

in bloodshed.

Of all who weep

I shall belong to

your threat.