Reunion and Reincarnation

Reunion and Reincarnation is a collection of poems by 1LugiaLover. They will go along with the beginning of each chapter of the fiction, World I Was In

Lost Mother
 The little bird in the tree 

 Cried “Mother, come back to me!” 

 “I’m cold, I’m lonely, but you are gone 

 Tell me, just what has gone wrong?” 

 A voice softly chirped in his head, 

'' It was his mother, recently claimed dead. ''

 “Dearest chick, do not worry, 

 Do not fuss, 

'' Do not wait. ''

 I shall be back soon 

 I am waiting for my new fate” 

 Colored Flames and Destinations  “Fly through the fog that plays tricks 

 There you will find a river of sticks 

 Light the river and wait a minute or two 

 Then go to the west if the embers are blue 

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"> If they are pink then go to the west 

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"> If red, then it’s too late to go back to the nest 

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"> If not flames arise, then it’s something to dread 

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt"> For then the next day is when you’ll be dead” 

Fallen Bird, Pt 1
The small bird flew for days on end 

Only hail and sleet met his eyes

Once he finally reached warmth

The only thing unsettling was the cawing raven

"I must warn others" it croaked when asked to stop

The small bird grew even more unsettled.

Days passed, but it remained bright and sunny.

The raven grew more and more hoarse,

Its calls diminishing, growing ever more quiet,

Sometimes asking for water under the light of the great sphere.

One day, the raven puffed up,

Spread its wings, and shreed

"He shall curse one of you like he did me. 

Then YOU must spread the warning."

It laughed madly before falling, dead, blood flowing from its beak

The little bird flew from the warm area, never to go back

That's when the tiger pounced.

Red Eyes and Black Stripes
Quickly and silently the white serpent slithered, wanting to escape its followers

It stumbles over a large decline, falling face first

Surely and swiftly the black vines surrounded it

The two beetles attempt to make one last escape

But instead are held back, glowing a bright red that seems as hot as coals

The tiger arched its back and roared,

Stalking off to find its meal