Index . Texts of Matthew Hewitt

The Blackbird

A blackbird with eyes of fire sings a song of death,
Creating an image, an image lined with blood, grimy
With blood. Darkness is strong in its soul, hatred
Is burning like a huge fire in its belly, oh black bird,
Beast of the skies, harbinger of death, free us, free us
All show us the way, the way to the devils door,
To be greeted by his crooked smile. And shake his withered
Hand of blistering fire, and at last feel oh so secure,

So secure.

Copyright 2003 Matthew Hewitt

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