Black Wind and Red Feather
The secrets held in the shadows of wind;
dancing silhouettes of blackened sins felt
from a red feather upon the spectre.
The black wind welcomes the feathers center.
Spreading its vanes, the feather beckons flight,
drifting to a climax in the nights heat.
Rising upon the strength of the winds gusts.
The entwine of lust blurring the senses,
black wind and red feather become crimson.
