Crimson Birds Poem by Ejalonibu Abraham

Crimson Birds

It becomes the dark wind
Blowing to the mountains,
A thousand sacred birds
Crying in the blackness,
Hundred thousand Illuminated Vultures
That scream in the darkness
Thousand of Tremendous Eagles
The archaic Owls
That eat in the presence of the farmer.
A throng of dark chaos,
Congregation of Black Hawks
Crimson feathered birds of the Divinities
And Pious Egrets
Of the living Sanctuary,
Bunch black hulk aggressors
That forces the darkened realm
The whirlwinds and the storm
Of the day and the night.