Flock Of Familiars

[The Zealot (Sir_Wyvernos) 248]

Flock of Familiars

"Well Shall I Play the Owl"

Well shall I play the owl my dear, well shall I play it so.

For every heart string unstruck and warmth I never know.

My night sings low to me "As coy as many a fray."

What was, what is, what is to be, had not you come my way.

To know, to choose, what law within you must reside.

I ask, I ask, slower to ceased, as all hope subsides.

No flies nor flickers, to know the art, our art, our flight.

Tis then, not now, beckoning answer in innate burrow, in night...

"Hawk and Sparrow"

Coming soon...

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[Knox213 10]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.