Koraka

                                                                Koraka

                     By Imandee Ratnayake


Cora, the helpless soul

had an awkward fall

hopefully wanted Petra's pull

who seemed to be so helpful


Petra giggled, Cora stared in disbelief

as a purple smoke brought no relief

"I'm growing wings" she yelled

she grew and grew and swelled


Her shepherd's crook had a breaking point

it grew into a spear with a glittering point

she raised her wings and had a spin

           " I am Koraka, the winged assassin"           


  


   
                   

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