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The moons pale light
The sun is setting on another day
The bird of death flys over head
The razor looks more inviting every second
The last of the suns light disappears off the edge
The bird caws as it lands on a dead lifeless branch
The last of the light glistens on the razors edge
The mood slowly rises shedding an eerie light over the expanses
The bird shifts on its perch, know that its job is yet to come
The trail of blood left by the razor looks almost black, showing no colour in the moons light
The moon rises higher throwing more light on the land
The birds black feathers shine as they are ruffled in anticipation of whats to come
The razor falls to the floor, blood stained and lifeless
The moons light illuminates the scene of chaos as it plays out beneath it
The bird of death flys off, taking with it what it waited for
The razor sits in a pool of blood, glistening no more in the moons pale light
MARVIN DRAKE 2005
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