Jackson MacDonald
Joined January 2021
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Feather Dance
She flew silently through the cold dark night. She was but a ghost within the forest. Unseen and unheard on her pale gentle wings. She move quickly past the bare branches of the trees, and over snow covered fields. her had to hurry. she had no time to spare, fore ever moment counted. she had to find him. the one the other birds call the Vulture, The Scavenger, The Dead Bird. she had only ever heard stories of him. in all truth she didn’t even know if he was real or just a bed time story told to scar little owlets. But tonight she hoped, and prayed that he was real. Because it was said that he could give know life to all that he touches.
By Jackson MacDonald3 years ago in Futurism