Positioning so to block out each from the others view.
In my ebony plumes I'm now stationed tween the two.
One that cast no shadows from one that cast no light.
One that rules over the day the other over the night.
Suspended each in place and poised at the end of my wingtips.
Fixed for now so the twain not meet there this Black Bird sits.
Untill fate deems my wings to fold as I take my last breath.
I'll fly along with them spread wide between life and death.