Who Should Care if a Kestral Sings

Who should care if a kestrel sings,

For it is not a dove.

Who should cry when a mare ensnared,

A unicorn she is not.

A virgin shorn of beauty,

Innocence no longer untouched.

The sky is pale, evenings blood red,

Stars trampled underfoot.

A romantic dies, as poets recite,

Martyrs without a cause.

And who should care if a kestrel sings,

For she is not a dove.

by Haemophiliac...

... finished 28/06/06