black bird

the black bird flies through the night

he calls

he swoop

he turns

all through the night the black bird flies

he does not sleep till he finds what he is looking for

 

all through the night the black bird soars

when will he find the one he longs for the most

when will he find his destined

he is looking for revenge

 

he is looking for revenge

revenge from what some may ask but that is a question left 

to never be answered

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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