An Owl

An owl sings by my window at night

it hoots the song of the dead

and leads a chorus of birds

 

I imagine they must chirp

the lyrics of the dying night

by the twinkle of stars

whose sparks light

the night

 

And as the owl hoots

the night grows darker

and his hooting louder

and the birds that chirp

override the song of death

towards the midst  of Eors

as she holds her candle in the east

the owl concedes to lower his hooting

 

As Eos brings the winds of life back to the world

of the living

Helios rises and takes Eos place

and the owl that must have been singing dies

and Helios lives

 

But I know that owl will resurrect

with Selena and the moon

and sing his tune of death

by the night sky by my window