white swan reborn

feathers of a white swan
painfully torn away,
left crumpled in the dirt.

purity and goodness
whipped away
by cruel overseers

till only bare flesh,
hanging in strips,

and the sun hides behind mountains,
clouds snuff out the moon and stars
till only darkness remains

and when daylight comes again

a black swan is born

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