Даркнесс Создано 12 May 2015 14:00 | Hawk
The night was angry like a shark,
And wolf-eyed stars were shining bright.
'Twas almost dawn, not light but dark,
And hawk was drawing his dull flight.
Black lines and red drops on the white
Came here, and hawk tried to benight
Himself. He’d tired to be stark,
To act and think like baresark.
Alone in the eternal dark
Blind hawk no longer draws his flight.
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