Carnier Cardinal
on the gazing ball
See your reflection
teetering on a silver globe
Our mothers garden
statues covered in moss
where we take the old and breath life back
beyond the bank of the river Styx
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
The cardinal kept hitting the clean clear window out of season warning all the others of the threat behind the glass.
Then Death gathered the winged female who's song was long and complex and added her to the rest.
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