Siberian Swans

Enchanted maidens,
fleeing Rotbart in formation,
snow on beak,
serpent neck ready to coil
around Anna’s while the
fatal ruby jewel
still gleams in her breast.
All feathered nests
that once held precious
Fabergé eggs,
lost en route,
in a dark history.
Still hissing their dismay,
they arrive one by one,
these elegant messengers
of bleak winter dread.

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Siberian Swans

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