A Murder Of Crows

He stands still, waiting and watching
Cold hard intent blurring his vision
His mind is crystal and iridescent
His one true purpose defies reason

He walks the dark and lonely alley
Left out in the cold yet again
He shudders as teardrops turn to ice
Time has taught him nothing

He listens and hears the echo of footfalls
He braces himself, any moment now
Hard metal pressed against the small of his back
He holds his breath and waits for his prey

He walks the dark and lonely alley
Loving and Losing, a swing and a miss
Loki stands amused holding cupid’s bow
He feels drained, the steps are heavy

He steps out of the shadow, gun in hand
Blocking the path of his victim
His eyes are blood shot, adrenaline and the rush
He drinks the fear that pours from the other’s eyes

He looks into their eyes, barrel and predator
Finding sympathy in none, he breaks a sweat
He searches for the words, there are none
His life flashes before him, the end beckons

His pulls down his hood and stares at the other
The resemblance is uncanny, one and the same
He stares at himself, despicable and weak
He closes his eyes, inhales and pulls the trigger

He watches as he is about to take his own life
The cold breath pours from him, his last
He licks his parched lips, shuts his eyes and mind
He does not see the sound or hear the light

He opens his eyes and watches in awe
His victim bursts into a thousand pieces
Each piece with wings that stretch and flutter free
He watches in awe, a Murder of Crows.


- By Aventurine.

And I Must Away

Surely this way out is the most reasonable?

Who's not to say solace won't be found after this? At least I'm certain I'll be out of harm's way, away from pressure, sadness, guilt and oh the grief that has kept me awake crying buckets.

She fleetingly recalled a saying; hope deferred makes the heart sick and as she steadied her balance, she shrugged off the incessant inner voice.

'You're selfish' it went on, she shut her eyes tightly as though to erase what was deeply etched in her mind- engraved and unmoving.

But I want to be free, she found herself saying out loud. She fell into deeper thought, as her left hand lovingly caressed her tummy. She couldn't help but feel a deeper sense of loss, loss of a great life her child could have possibly had.

'You're selfish' said that voice again. She shut her eyes and shook her head mentally as if to erase any second thought.

Come on now, you've thought this over for weeks unending, you know it's the only way-out another voice echoed.

Shut up you two! She let out what sounded like a screech. She crouched on the stool, covering her ears crying hysterically.

Few minutes later as her wailing reduced to quiet sobs, she rocked back and forth on her heels, arms wrapped around her knees, trying to  draw strength from within.

She thought about events that led to her current state of delirium. As her breathing slowed to a normal tempo, she reached for her makeup purse, to powder her Nose.

I'll go out slaying and not look as I feel inside, that's unfit for a Queen- she thought to herself, laughing dryly.

She tucked some hair strands in place, smoothed the creases on her dress and checked the Noose was a-okay.
There she muttered under her breath, it's time.

It was just around sunset so she waited and as she caught the last glimpse of ray, she smiled wryly, closed her eyes...

Peace at last. 

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- By SporadicWriter