Feathers, Fear, and Flame

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The world feels heavy, skies turn gray,

A chilling wind begins to sway.

High above, on broken air,

A vulture circles, thin and bare.


Its shadow crawls across the land,

A silent fear, well-rehearsed and planned.

It waits where hope is torn and weak,

With hollow eyes and hooked-up beak.


It hides in corners, whispers low,

Feeds on wounds we dare not show.

It clouds our vision, blocks the sun,

And tells our hearts the day is done.


We try to fight it, claw and bite,

With angry words, with all our might.

We raise our fists, defend our ground,

Yet still it circles, always round.


For vultures thrive where pain lies still,

Where bitterness has had its fill.

They feast on anger, rot, and fear,

On all we leave to die right here.


But darkness bears a fragile flaw,

A truth the vulture cannot gnaw.

No raging storm, no brutal cry,

Can force that bird away the sky.


For vultures scatter, wings unsure,

When light appears, steady and pure.

A single flame, a gentle gleam,

Turns looming death to fading dream.


So find the light within your soul,

Let kindness make you brave and whole.

A helping hand, a word of grace,

Leaves no dead ground for it to trace.


Then hate descends, that carrion seed,

A bitter, choking, grasping weed.

The vulture lands where hearts grow cold,

On broken trust and grudges old.


We strike back hard with equal flame,

But rage just feeds the vulture’s claim.

We build our walls, we draw our lines,

It waits-patient, biding time.


For hate grows fat on vengeful thought,

On every war we think we’ve fought.

It whispers lies, says love is weak,

Then sinks its talons deep and bleak.


Yet hate, like darkness, cannot stay

When love arrives to light the way.

No poisoned word, no sharpened blade,

Can teach the heart what love has made.


For vultures flee when skies grow clear,

When mercy draws the wounded near.

A tender touch, a loving gaze,

Breaks circling death, rewrites our days.


So open wide your heart and see

The strength of love’s quiet decree.

Forgive the wrongs, let anger cease,

And starve the bird-choose love and peace.


Let kindness bloom where hate once fed,

Where grief and sorrow once lay dead.

For only love, with gentle hand,

Restores the living to the land.


So choose the light, embrace the dove,

Not the circling shadow high above.

And banish darkness, fear, and hate,

Before the vulture learns to wait.

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