Note: This poem was written for high school Writers' craft. The exercise was to create a poem based upon a list of random words given to us in class.
Out of Marble burst a Quail,
Not a dove which people hail,
But a peculiar Avian that fails so fly
To swim in the cerulean sky.
A peculiar Avian
that will fall,
to the cold hands of Hel
and perch on her throne.
Cobweb shirts clothe the Hunters of death,
Their love of destruction hard to forget.
Linoleum arms slash with cool synchronicity,
Malicious intents carried out magnificently.
The darkest place immaculate causing people to grieve;
In this place, freedom, will always leave.