Vulture

 The rage of a Vulture, when she is denied

The corpse she coveted will not subside

She is Death hovering on swift wings

To devour me whole and swing

Her mighty unfeathered head

A wake alighted where I had bled

A broken heart, ripped to shreds

Mixed with the feathers she constantly sheds

Beaks tearing through flesh and bone

My bleeding heart turned into stone

The Vulture shrieked and flew up high

Wings flapped, pummeled nearby

Earth wet with blood, turned dry

Went up in flames, licked the sky

I am not your meal to devour

I am the voice of the wind, the power

My wrath will set the world aflame

Death will tremble when she hears my name

In her eyes I saw fear, regret

When she saw hell in my gaze, she wept

Her golden eyes abashed to behold

The Resurrection of a Hero once foretold

She flew in my wake once my wings

Unfurled, Death now has met her King

Maxwell O’REILLY

Silence

 The night mourns with tears of dew

The morn bleeds its glorious hue

The darkness wore its ashen cloak anew

The sea raged and giant waves

Turned my ship into a watery grave

Her consuming wrath I brave

Wanton destruction around me looms

Every heartbeat is a stroke of doom

A beating heart is now a silent tomb

Will a shower of rain revive the land

Upon the mountain peak I stand

Lay my broken heart upon your hand

I fear not death; I fear your tears

Salty drops that my heart sear

Will my wings unfurl this year

Carry me away where I belong

I’m tired of this broken song

Tired of being strong

While my wings are broken and my heart is shattered, apart

You held the pieces from the start

It cannot be glued just by a kiss

Fairy tales and a touch of bliss

Do you want to know what I really miss?

Silence…

Maxwell O’Reilly

Tribute

 They said he acted alone

They said he was troubled

A low broken moan

Has now doubled

Felt her sticky blood

On my trembling hand

Young as a flower bud

No, I don’t understand

Why her life ended in pain

When she was the joy

A school shooting again

When she still played with toys

Why my classmate had a gun?

All I have is a book

I cannot see the Sun

When all hid in a nook

Children around me screaming

Scared to death

Some said goodbyes

In their last breath

A bullet ricochet

hit my head

When the count started

They said he was dead

Still holding his friend’s hand

I died, still did not understand

Why you carry a gun to school?

Where books and laughs

should be the rule

Maxwell O’Reilly