Blind
"How are you tonight, beloved enemy of mine?"
She asked the night, her face bathed in the moonlight.
Hidden by shadowed branches the white owl cried his loneliness to the skies; his hearth heavy, his wings shaking with powerless rage.
"Look, Look, Look at me precious one, at the king trapped within this feathered disguise!!"
He shouted, he screeched…all in vain.
Cruel like the dawn destroyer of silvery dreams, the fair maiden just glanced past him without seeing her lost lover in the lone battered owl, still searching the night with glazed green cold eyes.