The Fall Of Vultures

The pall was in a state of lachrymose—but why exactly?..
A quotidian to ponder, vis-à-vis.

A revolution in Xanadu,
where vultures are petrified; no longer frolicking with blood, dust, and hate.
Their talons, once drenched in silence and submission,
now tremble at the echoes of awakening votes.

The wind quibbled like a tangled ribbon,
carrying whispers of justice, unraveling deceit.

The heightened self of nature—an act of God.
And the birds prevaricate, easing the burden of the butterflies,
as hope flutters, no longer fragile, but fierce.

Erstwhile,
in Xanadu,
the vultures malingered,
donning shrouds of feigned frailty,
their weary wings wilting under the weight of an untold fear,
as the storm surge—not of the wet, but reckoning.

Summary
Xanadu witnesses a revolution where the mighty vultures fall, and hope takes flight.