Her feathers

Under the flickering daylight
In the silence of night
The candles burnt
Burnt to light
For the world in her beautiful eyes
Weaving feathers to fly .

But the shadows had their eyes
Upon the mighty wings she wove
In darkness of  a new moon night
They gently slipped in her abode
Night howled with each scream
Once again shadows won over dreams.

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