Sweet Creatures | Poem

 Her wing of percipience took me in

And solace for the inside out -

Though my heart about to fracture

Yet not with torment but felicity -

His wing of refuge took me in

Always four feet air under my foot - 

All of the one fierce than a dragon's fire

The ones who heals all the lacerates -

Two sweet creatures 

Conquering the sloping terrains -

Three shadows following inclined

Everything except the three - declined -