The Song of the Darkwing

Spirals of chaos
Fill my dreams
Colors collide
Or so it seems

With thoughts and sounds
In a clamor of noise
That smells of death
With grace and poise

A darkwing sits
On a branch and sings
Withered songs
That sound like screams

Cries for help
That none will hear
Sounds so terrible
You’re filled with fear

To lose those things
You do not own
Love now lost
You cry and moan

And life’s a piety
So dreary, so dark
Gray and lonely
Has left its mark

You sit and stare
In waves of grief
And still he sings
That darkwing thief