White Bellied Swallow

Grant Hope #21

Whistling in the soughing wind of ancient shadow
There is a bright spot wandering in its imperious wake
She is in the eye of this arrogant storm that threatens creatures of all forms

Faultlessly slender and full in form
The darkness admires her beauty
making room for its spell to stand still
she is both its hope
and its eye to make her an instrument of its awful will

But she does not lie down disdainful as to make herself plain
forming an assertive quiet counter to its stormy display
Pale elegance and immense power
holds persuasion of deed, body, and heart
Letting it in would make her a titan of all
perhaps cast by those underneath shadow in voluptuous gold
if only she would give her body to kill her soul

She does not bend to endless conquest in its name
choosing instead to be the white-bellied swallow
flying through the shadow like a warning flame
using the ancient’s eye for her frame
to bring faith and aim
to this war game

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