The Winged Warrior

The black ocean above exhales gently through tangled strands,
She sighs sounds of saccharine nothings and places chilled kisses over my temple.
Clandestinely held in her midnight hued embrace,
I become The Winged Warrior.

©Y.E.S 2014

A rewrite of my poem The Raven, using Kennings, as suggested in today’s NaPoWriMo Prompt.

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