Black Prince


A pathway through a battered scene,

blackened trees

their clumps of green.


Charcoal stumps,

a sight forlorn.

the velvet touch of life reborn.


Brilliant green with rain of dawn,

coloured drops

in yellow sun.


A month of fire then thunderstorms,

splintered limbs

and branches torn.


Dead tree top

and beating wings,

then the sound that darkness brings!


Raven prince!

a fearful sight,

deathly cry

your eye of white.


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