Eternity's Perch
Caw. Caw. Send the caw. My singing friends who fly with law.
Their treasures twinkle. I smile with glee. The blackened wings spark wild and free.
Spin. Spin. I welcome paths. Each step's of colors aged in wrath.
For gentle love's a roar twice-fierce whose scissors cut where schemes fail pierce.
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