The Owl
By GratefulGurl
In the sacrificial hour,then comes the owl. Burning on the holy stake, waiting for the flying god. Submissive to the falling fate,we wait for the birds, Using our entire body, to worship without words. The owl, coming anytime, Life on the stake, full as clementine. Sweeping down with mighty wings, the owl takes us away, It's almost over now, Pain will end all today. Taking us to its layer,heaven or hell, Even before we're caught,we know it We did well. So if your not the chosen one, do not fear Your relieving time is coming,your time is near. Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 02:15 AM PST 20 • 0 • 13
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"In the sacrificial hour,then comes the owl...."