The workers are near,
I shall introduce you, dear reader.
There is no hierarchy here,
Just entities that aid my sanctuary, forever near.
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See them? Bird men!
Tall and grim, eyes dim.
Half-men, half-bird,
they mend the human herd.
Black suits that skew the yard;
haunting souls that spy like mortals in a graveyard;
their motives scurred
intent as their piercing words.
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Bird women?
the loyal protectors.
Tall, gracious, and beady-eyed,
Beaks that carry pride.
Long, dark dresses that graced the haunted
granting them wholeness in a world so daunted.
Half-woman, half-bird,
they heed the messages that humans blur.
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Owl, my pet bird,
his wisdom's not from this world:
The bats revealed one's fears and doubts,
Careful, there's no coming out.
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Mother Mary guided my soul and spirit alight,
I thanked her all right,
She was the light
immortality is now my sight.
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I am the Queen;
the ruler ---
no testimony is truer.
This is not a myth;
you are watched, living or adrift.