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Keeper of the Black Bridge
My Everwatchful Owl.
Her perch is abandoned, leaving only a
bleak and hollow feather
in her stead.
is an iron weight in my heart.
The air is brittle,
with a chill that
shatters this straining breath
as I seek my haven.
Only the massive void calls back to me now.
Ahead, a path's gaping edge of fog and dread.
A bridge suffocating in gloom.
The waters beneath.. black noir.
A decaying journey snuffed of it's guide.
through the rotted, cackling planks.
Rushing. Reaching. Angry.
My Mother owl.
Keeper of all which is lost.
Lover of all things abandoned.
I have not the strength to repair this bridge.
I have not the heart to cross it alone.
Oh you wicked, insipid branch.
Where is the moonlit creature you once held?
Your thin shadow stains my skin like a poison.
Therefore I say to this
May the hungry blight of this passway
never be blotted out.
May the world come fully undone.
My hope now lies
not in the death of these devils but
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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