Umbratic visage, how she basks in her
aerial throne with a queen’s vainglory -
yet her pride is well-earned, for she is
an artist among the unjudging clouds,
her ebony feathers cascading to fleck
the ground, lovely blackened strokes.
Yet there is humility tucked in her roots,
melancholy veiled under regal wings,
for she is all too aware of the scorn her
earthly subjects arm themselves with -
superstitious arrows tipped in decrepit
fears, nocked to impale her heart.
Dishonored as an omen, she is stricken
by hate plagues and no amount of her
deft ink can sway them - these minds
forged in toxified steel, unyielding to
open their eyes, but she merely adjusts
her crown - undaunted, she will persist.
About the Creator
D.A. Baldwin
I am currently a student at a university, trying to find my way in life, while also trying to write a book. Lots of ideas bouncing in my head for potential articles, so we'll see how that goes. Cheers!
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