Mothman

 

The mothman's wings.

Apprehension consuming.

A portent of bad things,

disaster looming.

In misery they sing,

those creepy beating wings.

The sound of pain, suffering

and foreboding they bring.

 

Throughout history

they've been heard,

flapping loud,

before downfall is incurred.

In 86 over Ukrainian skies,

a town before disaster strikes.

The wings heard beating an eery chant,

over Chernobyl power plant.

 

The mothman’s wings

and the terror they impart.

Each beat a sting

to the weary heart.

Winged beast seen like a glitch,

a stray stitch in the fabric of reality.

Swooped over silver bridge

foretelling of tragedy.

 

So, if you see or hear

the beat of wings up there

guide your eyes,

gaze up at the skies.

It could be a warning

that something is not quite right.

That something is about to strike.

Take heed of the sight.

Be wary of the mothman's flight.

 

 

 

 

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