Spectre

Her wings were jagged, silk-like as the mountains
fell away beneath her rising.
Spectre with a form of deep and dark destruction
of the lightness, flying, peaceful silver linings.

Memories like knives in sides:
not betrayal, stabbed in back;
nor clear attack to see.

All the colours
with no light
to show them.
Black of sun
beamed heavy from the sky.

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