Scion

Winging here and there
he is bright light
a golden presence
fleeting

Only once and caught
he was slack shadow
a hidden herald
moving

Kicking thus and slow
he was sleep's wake
a potent promise
waiting

Birthed once and out
he is wild whim
a distracted angel
crying

Stealing mine and more
he is great glee
a soul thief
offspring

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Copyright 2014 Femme Malheureuse
@ApparatusMag #NaPoMo 2014 Prompt 3
Inspiration: Page 22, House of the Spirits, by Isabel Allende
Graphic: shazbot via Flickr