release the birds, let them return
the black wings severing air into pieces
the cage can’t hold them too long
release them until they reach for you

the sky shakes as you tremble
and your manor’s foundation ruined
the birds returned to claim the throne
here she comes, the Raven Sister

with eyes like black coals
and feathers made of stone
her raven brothers tearing the flesh
and leaving debris

release the birds
release your soul
condemned hands unmasking your veils
the tree loses the colours
turning grey

scaoil na héin


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