# //storm on the wing// Author: VintageTheBat Tags: Death, Poem, Poetry something ive been working on, feedback appreciated. plan to make accompanying artwork eventually revision #1 Jan 24 2026 quiet falls in feather down the earth holds its breath the crow storms up thunderclouds in its beak was death wings beating to death march drum rippling humid air simmered with cicada's hum chorus to our prayer answered thus by howling wind condemn ye your fate what befalls ye is what sin hath precipitate as lightning tears false night's shroud darkness fell on us though thunder roars judgment loud all we heard was hush all we heard was hush wings beating to death march drum rippling humid air simmered with cicada's hum chorus to our prayer answered thus by howling wind condemn ye your fate what befalls ye is what sin hath precipitate as lightning tears false night's shroud darkness fell on us though thunder roars judgment loud all we heard was hush all we heard was hush   old version: quiet falls in feather down the earth holds its breath the crow storms up thunderclouds in its beak was death each wing beat timed to deaths drum a pulse sent through air simmered with cicada's hum soothesong to our prayers as lightning tears darkest shroud false night fell on us though thunder boomed threatening loud all we heard was hush Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ynZ8Rrqe Part of the series thoughts (poems) Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2153798-still-life-wip.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2162942-idle-life-wip.md