The Inkwell: The Burden of the Vulture
By Paloma C.
Beneath the sky, where shadows glide,
We carry stories, far and wide.
No life too small, no soul ignored,
Each tale is honored, each life restored.
Not just a meal, but lives once known,
Their joys, their struggles, seeds they've sown.
Through us their echoes linger on,
A fleeting spark, though they are gone
We are the keepers, wings outspread,
The voice of the forever voiceless dead.
Through time and flight, their truths we save,
For every life deserves a grave.