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
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