Poezja

The falcom rises again. 
With pointed wings. 
For a name unknown, 
that deemed an incendiary. 
Falconer sits faraway. 
 
Cliché. The offence goes 
unnoticed. Your shirt 
was bloodied. Your 
lips sealed. The barbs 
stuck on kisses. Death smiles. 
 
Water overwhelms, you 
are drowned in the lake. 
Eyes blink. Cannot 
heed to light. The skin 
burns. You will watch a medusa!