Jemimah Among the Crows

I am a Prophet of my time:
Jemimah among the crows -
I sing of apple blossom
of hope and love and snows
I disdain the flapping birds
that try and scare -
their foul breath, crusty wings
malevolent stares 
only serve to show
how powerfully my voice sings
the reason I am here
the who and what I am.

Now, all armed and primed
I hear the starting gun -
lodestone in the hand
bloodstone on the tongue.

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