I've been feeling sorta out of it lately, so here's a little poem I made up spontaneously to relieve the tension. A painting depicting this may/may not turn up soon. It's probably full of grammatical errors but argh to hell with it...

Of Wings Tainted with Blood

Dark as night,
Black as sin,
Twisted as vines.

A swirling whirlpool of enigma within,
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