Prologue 1 : Blackbirds
Darker then a moonless night,
Forever they can stay in flight,
Talons so sharp, their beak like a knife.
How easily it is for them to end a life.
But never once did I see a stain red.
No sense of sorrow, fear, or dread.
Calm and collect was his voice,
Never a command, always a choice.
How calm I am when he comes to me.
Perhaps to calm, it makes me uneasy.
Should I be afraid if things continue this way?
Or should I be happy He prefers to leave and never stay?