The Sparrowhawk is of shadows made

The Sparrowhawk is of shadows madeNo Earthly dust was used to bringThis death that on smoked wings arrivesAnd cracks the air open with a dance What can her eyes of golden sunWith pupils by mysterious moon eclipsedSee, as flying doom she banks and sweepsAll before her, with the sound of … Continue reading The Sparrowhawk is of shadows made