DEATH AND THE GUARDIANS, A POEM OF THE CONFLICT

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DEATH AND THE GUARDIANS,
A POEM OF THE CONFLICT

He is death with
Green demon eyes hungry
For the taste
For the innocent blood.
He struts the street at night
As confident as the devil
As he searches the alleys.
He is the master
Of dark places,
Beauty, and death;
And hunts
In the predawn gloom.
Heavenly singers
Halt their songs and
Dive from the sky-
Winged creatures
Feint and thrust
To save the children
Who belong to heaven.
Red blood spots his pelt,
Pinions pound his face,
As in vain his fangs seek
Vengeance,
But at the base of their tree
He is driven away
Scampering to his feral den,
And the sparrows return
To their song
Celebrating
Victory at dawn,
As he laps a saucer
Of milk on the porch.

(c) Adron Dozat

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(c) A.E. Dozat 7/4/15